William Blake on children

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru’ narrow chinks of his cavern.

I was angry with my friend I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

What is now proved was once only imagined.

Children today are tyrants. They contradict their parents, gobble their
food, and tyrannize their teachers.

Socrates470–399 BC

Always end the name of your child with a vowel, so that when you yell the name will carry.

Bill Cosbyborn 1937

Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is.