When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness’ sake. But don’t make a production of it. Children are children, but they can spot an evasion quicker than adults, and evasion simply muddles ’em.
We can’t form our children on our own concepts; we must take them and love them as God gives them to us.
Trueborn children are made in a marriage bed and blessed by the Father and the Mother, but bastards are born of lust and weakness.
There is nothing more thrilling in this world, I think, than having a child that is yours, and yet is mysteriously a stranger.
There is frequently more to be learned from the unexpected questions of a child than the discourses of men.
There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.
The story of Romulus and Remus being suckled by a wolf is not a meaningless fable. The founders of every State which has risen to eminence have drawn their nourishment and vigor from a similar wild source. It was because the children of the Empire were not suckled by the wolf that they were conquered and displaced by the children of the Northern forests who were.
The character and history of each child may be a new and poetic experience to the parent, if he will let it.