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In our house we repeated the pattern of thousands of other homes. There were a few books and a lot of music. Our food and our furniture were no different from our neighbors'.
Mankind must remember that peace is not God's gift to his creatures; peace is our gift to each other.
God made and governs the world invisibly, and has commanded us to love and worship him and no other God; to honor our parents and masters, and love our neighbours as ourselves; and to be temperate, just, and peaceable, and to be merciful even to brute beasts.
We want to feel that this earth is all ours, like our parents' house when we were children.
We all knew each other in the neighborhood. I loved living in El Paso. I had a wonderful childhood there.
As the mother teaches her children how to express themselves in their language, so one Gypsy musician teaches the other. They have never shown any need for notation.
No, we don't own our children. Our parental privilege is to love them, to lead them, and to let them go.
Enemies, as well as lovers, come to resemble each other over a period of time.
Our children are not going to be just 'our children' - they are going to be other people's husbands and wives and the parents of our grandchildren.
