A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.

There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him asleep.

We seek our friend not sacredly, but with an adulterate passion which would appropriate him to ourselves

Don't trust children with edge tools. Don't trust man, great God, with more power than he has until he has learned to use that little better. What a hell we should make of the world if we could do what we would!

We find a delight in the beauty and happiness of children, that makes the heart too big for the body

To laugh often and much;to win the respect of intelligent peopleand the affection of children;to earn the appreciation of honest criticsand endure the betrayal of false friends;to appreciate beauty;to find the best in others;to leave the world a bit better,whether by a healthy child,a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;to know even one life has breathed easierbecause you have lived.This is to have succeeded.