The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn’t play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
There is no mode of action, no form of emotion, that we do not share with the lower animals. It is only by language that we rise above them, or above each other – by language, which is the parent, and not the child, of thought.
The small world of the child, the familiar surroundings these form the model of the big world.
The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as a man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.
The hardest job kids face today is learning good manners without seeing any.
The child must be brought up free (that he allow others to be free).
Teach your child to hold his tongue, he’l learn fast enough to speak.
One can love a child, perhaps, more deeply than one can love another adult, but is rash to assume that the child feels any love in return.
Life is composed of lights and shadows, and we would be untruthful, insincere, and saccharine if we tried to pretend there were no shadows. Most things are good, and they are the strongest things; but there are evil things too, and you are not doing a child a favor by trying to shield him from reality. The important thing is to teach a child that good can always triumph over evil.
I was for a long time, and still am, a child in many others.[J’ai été longtemps enfant, et je le suis encore à beaucoup d’autres.]
