Did anyone really know their child? Your child was a little stranger, constantly changing, disappearing and reintroducing himself to you. New personality traits could appear overnight.
When you argue with a child, you give a good argument and the child says yah, yah! You understand him and he doesn’t listen, so the child wins.
When I was a child I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things. Now I must seek in other realms. I must keep after this object in new ways. I must be scientific.
What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?
Want to know the best thing about teaching? Seeing that moment when a kid discovers his or her gift. There’s no feeling on earth like it.
Think of the depressing contrast between the radiant intelligence of a healthy child and the feeble intellectual powers of the average adult.
The words with which a child’s heart is poisoned, through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.
The maturity of man — that means, to have reacquired the seriousness that one had as a child at play.
Privately I consider religion to be a load of bollix, but when you have a sobbing five-year-old wanting to know what happened to her hamster, you develop an instant belief in anything that dissolves some of the heartbreak off her face.