Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on children

The heights by great men reached and kept, were not obtained by sudden flight. But they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day. Their old, familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeat. Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

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.