“Therefore all childish fear must be put away.”

I’m convinced that before the year 2000 is over, the first child will have been born on the moon.

When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief.

More childish valorous than manly wise.

As a child I knew almost nothing, nothing beyond what I had picked up in my grandmother’s house. All children, I suppose, come into the world like that, not knowing who they are.

Books, the children of the brain.

My children weary me. I can only see them as defective adults: feckless, destructive, frivolous, sensual, humorless.

If I had been married earlier in life, I wouldn’t have seen the double helix. I would have been taking care of the kids on Saturday. On the other hand, I was lonely a lot of the time.

Mozart didn’t need a scheme for his music. He played and sang with the heavenly lightness of a child.