Children sweeten labors, but they make misfortunes more bitter.—They increase the cares of life, but they mitigate the remembrance of death.
You cannot teach a child to take care of himself unless you will let him try to take care of himself. He will make mistakes; and out of these mistakes will come his wisdom.
The true idea of self-restraint is to let a child venture.—The mistakes of children are often better than their no-mistakes.
Many children, many cares; no children, no felicity.
Never fear spoiling children by making them too happy. Happiness is the atmosphere in which all good affections grow—the wholesome warmth necessary to make the heart-blood circulate healthily and freely; unhappiness—the chilling pressure which produces here an inflammation, there an excrescence, and, worst of all, "the mind's green and yellow sickness"—ill temper.
The child's heart curseth deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath.
Childhood and genius have the same master-organ in common—inquisitiveness.—Let childhood have its way, and as it began where genius begins, it may find what genius finds.
Be ever gentle with the children God has given you.—Watch over them constantly; reprove them earnestly, but not in anger.—In the forcible language of Scripture, "Be not bitter against tnem." —"Yes—they are good boys," said a kind father. "I talk to them much, but I do not beat my children: the world will beat them."—It was a beautiful thought, though not elegantly expressed.
Those lives are, indeed, narrow and confined which are not blessed with several children.
The first duty to children is to make them happy.—If you have not made them so, you have wronged them.—No other good they may get can make up for that.
Good Christian people, here lies for you an inestimable loan;—take all heed thereof, in all carefulness employ it. With high recompense, or else with heavy penalty, will it one day be required back.
The child's grief throbs against its little heart as heavily as the man's sorrow; and the one finds as much delight in his kite or drum, as the other in striking the springs of enterprise, or soaring on the wings of fame.
What gift has Providence bestowed on man that is so dear to him as his children?
I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children; and what an inhuman world, without the aged.
Children do not know how their parents love them, and they never will till the grave closes over those parents, or till they have children of their own.
In the long course of my legal profession, I have met with several sons who had, in circumstance of difficulty, abandoned their fathers; but never did I meet with a father that would not cheerfully part with his last shilling to save or bless his son.
What the best and wisest parent wants for his own child that must the community want for all its children.
I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing, when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.
It always grieves me to contemplate the initiation of children into the ways of life when they are scarcely more than infants.—It checks their confidence and simplicity, two of the best qualities that heaven gives them, and demands that they share our sorrows before they are capable of entering into our enjoyments.
Let all children remember, if ever they are weary of laboring for their parents, that Christ labored for his; if impatient of their commands, that Christ cheerfully obeyed; if reluctant to provide for their parents, that Christ forgot himself and provided for his mother amid the agonies of the crucifixion. The affectionate language of this divine example to every child is, "Go thou and do likewise."
Of nineteen out of twenty things in children, take no special notice; but if, as to the twentieth, you give a direction or command, see that you are obeyed.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.
In the man whose childhood has known caresses and kindness, there is always a fibre of memory that can be touched to gentle issues.
Who is not attracted by bright and pleasant children, to prattle, to creep, and to play with them?
Children are very nice observers, and will often perceive your slightest defects.—In general, those who govern children, forgive nothing in them, but everything in themselves.
In praising or loving a child, we love and praise not that which is, but that which we hope for.
The tasks set to children should be moderate. Over-exertion is hurtful both physically and intellectually, and even morally. But it is of the utmost importance that they should be made to fulfil all their tasks correctly and punctually. This will train them for an exact and conscientious discharge of their duties in after life.
They who have to educate children should keep in mind that boys are to become men, and that girls are to become women. The neglect of this momentous consideration gives us a race of moral hermaphrodites.
I think that saving a little child and bringing him into his own, is a derned sight better business than loafing around the throne.
An infallible way to make your child miserable, is to satisfy all his demands.—Passion swells by gratification; and the impossibility of satisfying every one of his wishes will oblige you to stop short at last after he has become head-strong.
God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race—to enlarge our hearts; and to make us unselfish and full of kindly sympathies and affections; to give our souls higher aims; to call out all our faculties to extended enterprise and exertion; and to bring round our firesides bright faces, happy smiles, and loving, tender hearts.—My soul blesses the great Father, every day, that he has gladdened the earth with little children.
Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to a man; youth never.
The interests of childhood and youth are the interests of mankind.
Whether it be for good or evil, the education of the child is principally derived from its own observation of the actions, words, voice, and looks of those with whom it lives.—The friends of the young, then, cannot be too circumspect in their presence to avoid every and the least appearance of evil.
Blessed be the hand that prepares a pleasure for a child, for there is no saying when and where it may bloom forth.
Children have more need of models than of critics.
In bringing up a child, think of its old age.
Children generally hate to be idle.—All the care then should be, that their busy humor should be constantly employed in something that is of use to them.
A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
Children are God's apostles, sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope and peace.
When a child can be brought to tears, not from fear of punishment, but from repentance for his offence, he needs no chastisement.—When the tears begin to flow from grief at one's own conduct, be sure there is an angel nestling in the bosom.
Infancy isn't what it is cracked up to be. Children, not knowing that they are having an easy time, have a good many hard times. Growing and learning and obeying the rules of their elders, or fighting against them, are not easy things to do.
Lord, give to men who are old and rougher the things that little children suffer, and let keep bright and undefiled the young years of the little child.
Childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
The future destiny of the child is always the work of the mother.
Where children are, there is the golden age.
The plays of natural lively children are the infancy of art.—Children live in a world of imagination and feeling.— They invest the most insignificant object with any form they please, and see in it whatever they wish to see.
Before you beat a child, be sure you yourself are not the cause of the offense.
As the vexations men receive from their children hasten the approach of age, and double the force of years, so the comforts they reap from them are balm to all their sorrows, and disappoint the injuries of time. Parents repeat their lives in their offspring; and their esteem for them is so great, that they feel their sufferings and taste their enjoyments as much as if they were their own.
Above all things endeavor to breed them up in the love of virtue, and that holy plain way of it which we have lived in, that the world in no part of it get into my family. I had rather they were homely, than finely bred as to outward behavior; yet I love sweetness mixed with gravity, and cheerfulness tempered with sobriety.
Just as the twig is bent, the tree is inclined.
All the gestures of children are graceful ; the reign of distortion and unnatural attitudes commences with the introduction of the dancing master.
The smallest children are nearest to God, as the smallest planets are nearest the sun.
The training of children is a profession, where we must know how to lose time in order to gain it.
There should be no enforced respect for grown-ups. We cannot prevent children from thinking us fools by merely forbidding them to utter their thoughts; in fact, they are more likely to think ill of us if they dare not say so.
You save an old man and you save a unit; but save a boy, and you save a multiplication table.
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?
Call not that man wretched, who, whatever ills he suffers, has a child to love.
With children we must mix gentleness with firmness.—They must not always have their own way, but they must not always be thwarted.—If we never have headaches through rebuking them, we shall have plenty of heartaches when they grow up.—Be obeyed at all costs; for if you yield up your authority once, you will hardly get it again.
Your little child is your only true democrat.
The only way on God's earth you will ever solve the problem of reaching the masses, is by getting hold of the Children. You get boys and girls started right and the devil will hang crepe on his door.
Man, a dunce uncouth, errs in age and youth: babies know the truth.
Who feels injustice; who shrinks before a slight; who has a sense of wrong so acute, and so glowing a gratitude for kindness, as a generous boy?
Every child born into the world is a new thought of God, an ever fresh and radiant possibility.
The sweetest roamer is a boy's young heart.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.