There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children love hamsters. Hamsters don't love anyone; it is quite hopeless.
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
Since it is so likely that children will meet cruel enemies, let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage.
No more light in the sky ahead, children where are you flying to?
We will not bend or fail until the blood of every last Jew from the youngest child to the oldest elder is spilt to redeem our land!
A grownup is a child with layers on.
As a child I understood how to give, I have forgotten this grace since I have become civilized.
There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do.
When a child has no future, a nation has no future.
I was a reader as a child, believe it or not.
I think that for me, personally, a lot of my choices have been to do with my own issues of not feeling safe as a child and feeling a sense of stability.
The truth is that the history of the last couple of thousand years has been broadly repeated attempts by various people or institutions - in a Freudian way - to rediscover the lost childhood of Europe, this golden age of peace and prosperity under the Romans, by trying to unify it.
I'm quite jealous of my Scottish relations, in whose culture everyone, in a Jane Austen kind of way, got married very young, when you're too young to be cynical or jaded and just started having children.
I think marriage is only necessary if you've got children. It's quite nice for them.
If you have a smothering parent, the effect it can apparently have on a child is to give them, in equal doses, a sense of too much self-esteem, because they are mummy's little princess or prince, and low self-esteem. It affects future relationships.
Divorce is, of course, difficult for a child. I didn't go through it as my parents stayed together, but I have a lot of friends who did.
You will find as the children grow up that as a rule children are a bitter disappointment - their greatest object being to do precisely what their parents do not wish and have anxiously tried to prevent.
The poor fatherless baby of eight months is now the utterly broken-hearted and crushed widow of forty-two! My life as a happy one is ended! the world is gone for me! If I must live on (and I will do nothing to make me worse than I am), it is henceforth for our poor fatherless children - for my unhappy country, which has lost all in losing him - and in only doing what I know and feel he would wish.
Men never think, at least seldom think, what a hard task it is for us women to go through this very often. God's will be done, and if He decrees that we are to have a great number of children why we must try to bring them up as useful and exemplary members of society.
Shortly after I turned 13, Child Welfare took me into care. I was sent to a residential centre where girls with behavioural problems were 'evaluated'. My time there comes back to me now only in flashes of smells, images and sounds.
My entire childhood was steeped in poverty. For me, poverty, in a way, was the first inspiration of my life, a commitment to do something for the poor.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Every Christmas now for years I have found myself wondering about the point of the celebration. As the holiday has become more ecumenical and secular it has lost much of the magic that I remember so fondly from childhood.