In marriage there are no manners to keep up and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism. Each is familiar with that ancient child in the other who may erupt again. We are not ridiculous to ourselves. We are ageless. That is the luxury of the wedding ring.

I love my children beyond all reason. They're my joy even when they're wild with kid energy.

A test of a people is how it behaves toward the old. It is easy to love children. Even tyrants and dictators make a point of being fond of children. But the affection and care for the old the incurable the helpless are the true gold mines of a culture.

The distinction between children and adults while probably useful for some purposes is at bottom a specious one I feel. There are only individual egos crazy for love.

Everything that I love is behind those gates. We have elephants and giraffes and crocodiles and every kind of tigers and lions. And - and we have bus loads of kids who don't get to see those things. They come up sick children and enjoy it.

There are fathers who do not love their children there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.

Women have simple tastes. They get pleasure out of the conversation of children in arms and men in love.

We're not raising children with the love that we need to.

Give a child love laughter and peace not AIDS.

Having a child is surely the most beautifully irrational act that two people in love can commit.