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Albert Einstein
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.
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Barbara Jordan
Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.
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Brian Aldiss
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.
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G.K. Chesterton
Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.
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J. Robert Oppenheimer
There are children playing in the streets who could solve some of my top problems in physics, because they have modes of sensory perception that I lost long ago.
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Jean de la Bruyere
Children have neither past nor future; they enjoy the present, which very few of us do.
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Leo Buscaglia
I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things.... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.
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Norman Podhoretz
Creativity represents a miraculous coming together of the uninhibited energy of the child with its apparent opposite and enemy, the sense of order imposed on the disciplined adult intelligence.
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Pablo Picasso
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
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Phoebe Cary
O men, grown sick with toil and care,Leave for awhile the crowded mart;O women, sinking with despair,Weary of limb and faint of heart,Forget your years to-day and comeAs children back to childhood's house.
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Rachel Carson
A child's world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful and awe-inspiring, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.
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Ray Kroc
When you're green you're growing, and when you're ripe you start to rot.
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