“From their verbal sparring they learn the difference between being clever and being hurtful.”

You can call on each other / and count on each other … / because each other / is all you have.

And once he’s clear about that reality, he gathers the strength to begin to cope.

Let us be different in our homes.

When we acknowledge a child’s feelings, we do him a great service.

Keeping our youth and yesterdays alive / Comrades with one history.

Let us realize that along with food, shelter, and clothing

We deprive them of the experience that comes from wrestling with their own problems.

The resentment that each child feels for the privileges of the other;

Deep inside you know / when trouble comes / and there’s no one else to turn to

No wonder they mobilize all their energy to have more or most. Or better still, all.

Add to that the envy that one child feels for the accomplishments of the other;

I was a wonderful parent before I had children.

The personal frustrations that they don’t dare let out on anyone else but a brother or sister,

I was an expert on why everyone else was having problems with theirs. Then I had three of my own.

From their endless rough-housing with each other, they develop speed and agility.

I was a wonderful parent before I had children.

Were a man to order his life by the rules of true reason, a frugal substance joined to a contented mind is for him great riches; for never is there any lack of a little.

These the senses we trust, first, last, and always.

Life is too short to do something you don’t want to do.

Various are the uses of friends, beyond all else in difficulty, but joy also looks for trust that is clear in the eyes.

Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt.

It’s easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net.

He who labors diligently need never despair for all things are accomplished by diligence and labor.

If you have overcome your inclination and not been overcome by it, you have reason to rejoice.