The smallest children are nearest to God, as the smallest planets are nearest the sun.—Richter.
The death of a child occasions a passion of grief and frantic tears, such as your end, brother reader, will never inspire.—Thackeray.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.—George Eliot.
Children are excellent physiognomists and soon discover their real friends. Luttrell calls them all lunatics, and so in fact they are. What is childhood but a series of happy delusions?—Sydney Smith.
The clew of our destiny, wander where we will, lies at the cradle foot.—Richter.
A house is never perfectly furnished for enjoyment unless there is a child in it rising three years old, and a kitten rising three weeks.—Southey.
Children have more need of models than of critics.—Joubert.
The bearing and training of a child is woman's wisdom.—Tennyson.
One of the greatest pleasures of childhood is found in the mysteries which it hides from the skepticism of the elders, and works up into small mythologies of its own.—Holmes.
Do not shorten the beautiful veil of mist covering childhood's futurity, by too hastily drawing away; but permit that joy to be of early commencement and of long duration, which lights up life so beautifully. The longer the morning dew remains hanging in the blossoms of flowers, the more beautiful the day.—Richter.