Most of us become parents long before we have stopped being children.

It’s easy enough to get along with a loved and loving child—at least till you try to get him to do something.

Only where children gather
is there any real chance of fun.

It's innocence when it charms us, ignorance when it doesn't.

We are all born brave, trusting and greedy, and most of us remain greedy.

Parents, however old they and we may grow to be, serve among other things to shield us from a sense of our doom. As long as they are around, we can avoid the fact of our mortality; we can still be innocent children.