“It’s not the words but the music that counts.”

The more people have studied different methods of bringing up children the more they have come to the conclusion that what good mothers and fathers instinctively feel like doing for their babies is the best after all.

Can we make a better world for our children? I believe we can, if enough people are concerned and get involved in changing what is wrong with society.

I’ve come to the realization that a lot of our problems are because of a dearth of spiritual values.

The child supplies the power but the parents have to do the steering.

People have said, “You’ve turned your back on pediatrics.” I said, “No. It took me until I was in my 60s to realize that politics was a part of pediatrics.”

There are only two things a child will share willingly; communicable diseases and its mother’s age.

I’m not a pacifist. I was very much for the war against Hitler and I also supported the intervention in Korea, but in this war we went in there to steal Vietnam.

In our country today, very few children are raised to believe that their principal destiny is to serve their family, their country, or God.

Boys and girls need chances to be around their father, to be enjoyed by him and if possible to do things with him. Better to play fifteen minutes enjoyably and then say, ‘Now I’m going to read my paper’ than to spend all day at the zoo crossly.

Without freedom of choice, there is no creativity. Without creativity, there is no life.

Don’t be afraid to trust your own common sense.

It’s up to each of us to help create a better world for our children.

I really learned it all from mothers.

Grandparents have the freedom to see their grandchildren uncritically.

When women are encouraged to be competitive, too many of them become disagreeable.

Perhaps a child who is fussed over gets a feeling of destiny; he thinks he is the world for something important, and it gives him drive and confidence.

Cheerful givers do not count the cost of what they give. Their hearts are set on pleasing and cheering the person to whom the gift is given.

When I’m worried and I can’t sleep I count my blessings instead of sheep.

And though the years before I die Stretch out interminably, I Shall only count my life in truth As that brief hour of happy youth.

Surely I could never be certain of how many stars I’ve counted in the sky or of how such tiny particles can be build into wild-eyed stories like Aquarius and Cassiopeia. I could read you as I would the constellations and never tire.

I’m not that big, physically. I’m just big where it counts – I got a big heart!

We are not to be so concerned about who approves or disapproves of us, but remember that God’s approval is what counts. Those whom God approves are approved indeed.

Learn to be difficult when it counts. In school as in life, having a reputation for being assertive will help you receive preferential treatment without having to beg or fight for it every time.

It’s how you live that really counts.