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

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

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

I was a wonderful parent before I had children.

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.

Our job is to let our children know what’s right about them.

Comforters for our todays / Guardians of memories

There’s no such thing, you know, as picking out the best woman: it’s only a question of comparative badness, brother.

I like doing new things..

I don’t want to send them to jail. I want to send them to school.

Disgrace is immortal, and living even when one thinks it dead.

If you want to do something, do it!

I’d like to do a lead action role.

We have lost faith in everything we fight and spend for.

It seemed like a different story, with the horror elements.