“I was a wonderful parent before I had children.”

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;

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

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.

Joylessness may be the sin most readily tolerated by the church.

Give assistance, and receive thanks lighter than a feather: injure a man, and his wrath will be like lead.

The fire in your bones, will fuel the light in your heart that will make flowers bloom from your soul.

The sound of tireless voices is the price we pay for the right to hear the music of our own opinions.

What we see in history is not a transformation

It’s one of the most beautiful places on this planet.

Of the good things given between man and man, I say that a neighbor, true and loving in heart, to neighbor is a joy beyond all things else.

Is it just me or do the stars shine brighter when we are beneath them.