Better murder an infant in its cradle than nurse an unacted desire.
Better murder an infant in its cradle than nurse an unacted desire.
Despotism is the only form of government which may with safety to itself, neglect the education of its infant poor.
When you've seen a nude infant doing a backward somersault you know why clothing exists.
Those who have lost an infant are never, in a way, without an infant.
The infant runs toward it with its eyes closed, the adult is stationary, the old man approaches it with his back turned.
It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.
Yesterday in this country we had people die of hunger and malnutrition. In some parts of this country, the infant mortality rate rivals that of sub-Saharan Africa. We have a public education system that ranks below that of almost any other Western nation.
The U.S. routinely ranks lower than other countries in health outcomes such as infant mortality.
The most merciful thing that a family does to one of its infant members is to kill it.
Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror,
That were the servants to this chosen infant,
Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
His honour and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations; he shall flourish,
And like a mountain cedar reach his branches
To all the plains about him; our children's children
Shall see this and bless heaven.
The absolute dependence of a newborn infant inspired many things in me, but it did not activate any magical knowledge about what to do for the next twenty years.
Because there is something helpless and weak and innocent - something like an infant - deep inside us all that really suffers in ways we would never permit an insect to suffer.
I wish I'd been a mixed infant.
Yes, hell exists. It is not a fairy tale. One indeed burns there. This hell is not at the end of life. It is here. At the beginning. Hell is what the infant must experience before he gets to us.
When that infant vow of love was spoken,
Come little Infant, Love me now,
While thine unsuspected years
Clear thine aged Fathers brow
From cold Jealousie and Fears.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories