Quote

1862Paris, France

Mother's arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lies within.

Similar Thoughts

Parents love their children as themselves; for their issue are by virtue of their separate existence a sort of other selves.

The house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

An old silent pond. A frog jumps into the pond — splash! Silence again.

He was that child's stay, and she was his prop. Thanks to him, she could walk through life; thanks to her, he could continue in virtue.

Paris, France