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Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!

When I see an evil person, I cannot believe that once he was an innocent and sweet baby.

Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling piousand self- righteous while you starve small children!

Then turn your eyes back on me,and tell me that Cathy and I are still children to be treated with condescension, and are incapable of understanding adult subjects.

Children imitate their parents, employees their managers.

What should a good children__ book be like? If you ask me, I can tell you after thinking long and hard: It must be good.

If we throw blankets over our children's dreams, we darken their world and extinguish their desire to live. I'd rather my kid die with a wild fire in his/her heart than with a malfunctioning or drained out fuse. Always allow your kids to keep humming with dreams and ideas that fuel their passions. Never tell them something is impossible. If you have a really strong determined kid, they'll go out there killing themselves trying to do the unachievable just to prove you wrong. And if you have a weak kid, they'll give up on life and settle for bagging Cokes and potato chips at your local grocery store.

There was a danger in asking too much of a child, but the danger of asking too little was almost equal.

There is no God for sure, else how could one justify terminal diseases in small kids?

It is not that you give birth to a child that matters most. Rather, it is what you birth into them.

A __ood_ father will tenderly cultivate his children. But a __ood_ father who is also a __rave_ father will let the children without cultivate the child within.

A kid is what you feed it,plus from that what can be gathered.

The cactus thrives in the desert while the fern thrives in the wetland.The fool will try to plant them in the same flowerbox.The florist will sigh and add a wall divider and proper soil to both sides.The grandparent will move the flowerbox halfway out of the sun.The child will turn it around properly so that the fern is in the shade, and not the cactus.The moral of the story?Kids are smart.

When you are a grown up your brothers become your neighbors and your unconditional brotherhood become your conditional neighborhood.

Not only should we encourage kids to daydream, but also to jump-in and build those dreams. Dreaming is largely lost among adults drowning in self-imposed realities.

If you see yourself as a man, no one will dare to see you as a kid.

Millions of deaths would not have happened if it weren__ for the consumption of alcohol. The same can be said about millions of births.

Everyone wants to procreate, have a miniature version of themselves running around, to carry on the family line.