"Pointing to such, well might Cornelia say, When the rich casket shone in bright array, "These are my Jewels!" Well of such as he, When Jesus spake, well might the language be, "Suffer these little ones to come to me!""

": Happy child! the cradle is still to thee a vast space; but when thou art a man the boundless world will be too small for thee."

"Wage du zu irren und zu träumen. Hoher Sinn liegt oft im kind'schen Spiel."

": Dare to err and to dream. Deep meaning often lies in childish plays."

"The sweetest roamer is a boy's young heart."

"The child is father of the man."

"Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now."

"Oh, for boyhood's time of June, Crowding years in one brief moon, When all things I heard or saw, Me, their master, waited for."

"A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?"

"Children, because of their helplessness, evoke our tenderness. But we must give them more than that: a vigilant sense of responsibility, an exquisite equilibrium between the extremes of exercising our authority and respecting their freedom. There is no greater satisfaction than a child who, when grown and at the age of accountability, is able to forgive us."

"Teach your child to hold his tongue, He'll learn fast enough to speak."

"A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing, And mischief-making monkey from his birth."

"Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not depart from it."

"A wise son maketh a glad father."

"Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all."

": Parents deserve reproof when they refuse to benefit their children by severe discipline."

"Diogenes struck the father when the son swore."

"The wildest colts make the best horses."

"Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them."

"Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not."

"Lord, give to men who are old and rougher The things that little children suffer, And let keep bright and undefiled The young years of the little child."

"Ah, il n'y a plus d'enfant."

"Each one could be a Jesus mild, Each one has been a little child, A little child with laughing look, A lovely white unwritten book; A book that God will take, my friend, As each goes out at journey's end."

"Who can foretell for what high cause This darling of the gods was born?"

"And he who gives a child a treat Makes Joy-bells ring in Heaven's street, And he who gives a child a home Builds palaces in Kingdom come, And she who gives a baby birth, Brings Saviour Christ again to Earth."

":Translation: Ah, there are no children nowadays."

"There was a little girl, And she had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead; When she was good she was very, very good, When she was bad she was horrid."

"Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before."

"Oh, would I were a boy again, When life seemed formed of sunny years, And all the heart then knew of pain Was wept away in transient tears!"

"Parentes objurgatione digni sunt, qui nolunt liberos suos severa lege proficere."

"Besides, they always smell of bread and butter."

"By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd, The sports of children satisfy the child."

"[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio dæmonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call changelings."

"Perhaps there lives some dreamy boy, untaught In schools, some graduate of the field or street, Who shall become a master of the art, An admiral sailing the high seas of thought Fearless and first, and steering with his fleet For lands not yet laid down in any chart."

": Let nothing foul to either eye or ear reach those doors within which dwells a boy."

"Les enfants n'ont ni passé ni avenir; et, ce qui ne nous arrive guère, ils jouissent du présent."

"Nil dictu fœdum visuque hæc limina tangat Intra quæ puer est."

"Oh, when I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy. My mates were blithe and kind! No wonder that I sometimes sigh And dash the tear drop from my eye To cast a look behind!"

"Children, ay, forsooth, They bring their own love with them when they come, But if they come not there is peace and rest; The pretty lambs! and yet she cries for more: Why, the world's full of them, and so is heaven— They are not rare."

"Another tumble! that's his precious nose!"

": Children have neither past nor future; and that which seldom happens to us, they rejoice in the present."

"I think that saving a little child And bringing him to his own, Is a derned sight better business Than loafing around the throne."

"Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires and most their sires' disgrace."

"But still when the mists of doubt prevail, And we lie becalmed by the shores of age, We hear from the misty troubled shore The voice of the children gone before. Drawing the soul to its anchorage."

"Mais un fripon d'enfant (cet âge est sans pitié)."

"Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe— Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew."

"Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day."

"Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells And sights, before the dark of reason grows."