Is adult amusement killing our children, or is killing our children amusing adults?
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Is adult amusement killing our children, or is killing our children amusing adults?
I had maternal designs on every baby that played with me on the screen.
I am not virtuous. Our sons will be if we shed enough blood to give them the right to be.
A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends; and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish, and seasoned with a little pepper or salt will be very good boiled on the fourth day, especially in winter.
Our grandchildren will see a few rags hung up in Westminster Hall which cost an hundred millions, whereof they are paying the arrears, and boast that their grandfathers were rich and great.
The pressures of being a parent are equal to any pressure on earth. To be a conscious parent, and really look to that little being's mental and physical health is a responsibility which most of us, including me, avoid most of the time, because it's too hard. To put it loosely, the reason why kids are crazy is because nobody can face the responsibility of bringing them up.
It is the good children, Madame, who make the most terrible revolutionaries. They say nothing, they do not hide under the table, they eat only one sweet at a time, but later on, they make Society pay dearly for it!
When the Child by dint of blows and caresses had grown and was now come to years of understanding, the Father sent it at once into foreign countries: and here it recognised at once the Good which in its Father's house it had possessed, and had not been conscious of.
A child, from the time he can think, should think about all he sees, should suffer for all who cannot live with honesty, should work so that all men can be honest, and should be honest himself. A child who does not think about what happens around him and is content with living without wondering whether he lives honestly is like a man who lives from a scoundrel's work and is on the road to being a scoundrel.
My mother has always been unhappy with what I do. She would rather I do something nicer, like be a bricklayer.