There is no greater grief, than when a parent losses a child.
This was the ghetto: where children grow down instead of up.
The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go softto be seated on children’s eyes.
Children are barometers of the chaos that exists within their lives.
We first become salesmen as children in the confession booths of our parents.
Loss has no friend, no allies, no benefit to the human spirit.
Too bad children don’t know how profound their thoughts are.
I never tell anybody exactly how clever I am. They would be too scared…
Adults discourage children from asking philosophical questions, first by being patronizing to them and then by directing their inquiring minds towards more “useful” questions. Most adults aren’t themselves interested in philosophical questions. They may be...
In a woman’s womb another chance to makethe world a better place.
When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief.
We must teach our children to dream with their eyes open.