Children Quotes — page 46

We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air; We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair;We sowed in youth a mustard seed, We cut an almond rod; We are now grown up to riper age—

Every school boy and school girl who has arrived at the age of reflection ought to know something about the history of the art of printing

I watched them from the window, thy children at their play, And I thought of all my own dear friends, who were far, oh, far away, And childish loves, and childish cares, and a child’s own buoyant gladness Came gushing back again to me with …

I think the reason children get tired of their toys so soon is just that it is against human nature to be really interested in what is of no use.

Some young men think they can learn how to be successful in politics from books, and they cram their heads with all sorts of college rot. They couldn’t make a bigger mistake. p. 7

Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care

Except for the young or very happy, I can't say I am sorry for any one who dies.

There are not infrequent times when a bottle of wine, a good dinner, a girl of some trivial sort can fill the hour for me.

Strange as it may seem, there is nothing in which a young and beautiful female appears to more advantage than in the act of smoking. How captivating is a Peruvian lady, swinging in her gaily-woven hammock of grass, extended between two …

Poverty is uncomfortable, as I can testify; but nine times out of ten the best thing that can happen to a young man is to be tossed overboard and compelled to sink or swim for himself.

Some one has said that we are moving so fast that when plans are being made to perform some great feat, these plans are broken into by a youth who enters and says, "I have done it."

I had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her young ones.

But mankind—the race would perish did they cease to aid each other.—From the time that the mother binds the child's head, till the moment that some kind assistant wipes the death-damp from the brow of the dying, we cannot exist without …

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers, Of April, May, of June and July-flowers; I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides and of their bridal cakes; I write of youth, of love, and have access By …

O Life! how pleasant is thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning! Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys at th' expected warning, To joy and play.

Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.

So for the mother’s sake the child was dear, And dearer was the mother for the child.

I long for rural and domestic scenes, for the warbling of Birds and the Prattle of my Children. Don't you think I am somewhat poetical this morning, for one of my Years, and considering the Gravity, and Insipidity of my Employment? — As …

It is the coward and the fool who says, This is my fate – so says the Sanskrit proverb. But it is the strong man who stands up and says, I will make my own fate. It is people who are getting old who talk of fate. Young men generally do not …

Thou tarriest, while I die, And fall to nothing: thou dost reign, And rule on high, While I remain In bitter grief: yet I am styl'd Thy child.

Children should not be suffer'd to lose the consideration of human nature in the shufflings of outward conditions.

All children, except one, grow up.

For human beings, being children, have the childish wilfulness and the childish secrecy. And they never have from the beginning of the world done what the wise men have seen to be inevitable.