Les bras d'une mère sont faits de tendresse et un doux sommeil benit l'enfant qui s'y abandonne.

Hope in a child who has never known anything but despair is a sweet and touching thing.

No one can keep a secret better than a child.

Blessed be Providence which has given to each his toy: the doll to the child, the child to the woman, the woman to the man, the man to the devil!

The three great problems of this century; the degradation of man in the proletariat, the subjection of women through hunger, the atrophy of the child by darkness.

Caution is the eldest child of wisdom

The transept belfry and the two towers were to him three great cages, the birds in which, taught by him, would sing for him alone. Yet it was these same bells which had made him deaf; but mothers are often fondest of the child who has made them suffer most.

If you look in the eyes of the young, you see flame. If you look in the eyes of the old, you see light.

Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.