Then I discovered that my son had learned something new. For the first time, he was able to give a proper kiss, puckering up his l...ips and enfolding my face in his arms. "Kees Dada," he said as he bussed me on the nose and cheeks. No amount of gratification at work could have compensated for that moment.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is evidence that all too many people are approaching parenthood with a dangerous lack of knowledge and skill. The result is ...that many children are losing out on what ought to be an undeniable right--the right to have parents who know how to be good parents, parents skilled in the art of "parenting."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is the sinner's dust-tongued bell claps me to churches When, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulphur priest,... His beast heel cleft in a sandal....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We all agree now--by "we" I mean intelligent people under sixty--that a work of art is like a rose. A rose is not beautiful becaus...e it is like something else. Neither is a work of art. Roses and works of art are beautiful in themselves. Unluckily, the matter does not end there: a rose is the visible result of an infinitude of complicated goings on in the bosom of the earth and in the air above, and similarly a work of art is the product of strange activities in the human mind.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The catastrophe Buried in the stair carpet stayed there... And never corrupted anybody. And one day he grew up, and the horizon Stammered politely. The sky was like muslin. And still in the old house no one ever answered the bell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I knew that my vocation was found. I had received the call, and having done so, I was sure my work would be assigned me. Of some t...hings we feel quite certain. Inside there is a click, a kind of bell that strikes, when the hands of our destiny meet at the meridian hour.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »