Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee, With promise of strength and manhood full and fair!

They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze Their tongues with tasting, their hands with snowballing; Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to the knees.

I love all beauteous things, I seek and adore them.

When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing …

Treat a child as though he already is the person he's capable of becoming.

One of the most obvious facts about grown-ups to a child is that they have forgotten what it is like to be a child.

All the time a person is a child he is both a child and learning to be a parent. After he becomes a parent he becomes predominantly a parent reliving childhood.