The grace of birth is a divine.

Children are the poem made flesh.

What are men? Children who doubt.

All small children are weathermen.

A child is a curly dimpled lunatic

They're a pair of young Satans.

A child of God, special possession.

A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.

I love children. Eating them, that is.

Men are all alike. Grown-up children.

Children are our most valuable resource

Your children are perfume of your love.

The birth of a child is divine miracle.

Philosophy has forgotten about children

We can all agree that children are ugly.