In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play.


Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery:  He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.


The great man is he who does not lose his child's-heart.



So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.


When I grow up I want to be a little boy.


I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then.


Every child is an artist.
  The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.



One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.


Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.



Everybody becomes a kid again in an apple orchard. 


To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature.  Most persons do not see the sun.  At least they have a very superficial seeing.  The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and heart of the child.  The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.




The reluctance to put away childish things may be a requirement of genius.

[This webpage was created by Kenny Mitchell for Uplifterland Ministries ®2008MAR as always, FOR THE GLORY OF GOD.]


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