A full-blown rose besprinkled with the purest dew, is not so beautiful as a child blushing beneath her parents' displeasure, and shedding tears of sorrow for her fault.
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A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
—Longfellow.
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He who does not correct his own child, will later beat his own breast.
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The future destiny of the child is always the work of the mother.
—Napoleon.