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

A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.

Manners make the fortune of the ambitious youth

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

The youth, intoxicated with his admiration of a hero, fails to see, that it is only a projection of his own soul, which he admires

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!