"Childhood is analogous to language learning. It has a biological basis but cannot be realized unless a social environment triggers and nurtures it, that is, has need of it. If a culture is dominated by a medium that requires the segregation of the young in order that they learn unnatural, specialized, and complex skills and attitudes, then childhood, in one form or another, will emerge, articulate and indispensable."

-- Neil Postman

#Attitude Quotes #Order Quotes #Skills Quotes

“The highest genius never flowers in satire, but culminates in sympathy with that which is best in human nature, and appeals to it.”
“Twisting and wiring and stringing starching and curling, delicately painting spots and shadings on scraps of silk until what had been nothing more than a pile of brightly colored fragments had been transformed into the silk irises, forget-me-not, violets and roses that would adorn the hats of women and girls more fortunate than themselves.”
“The future has a lot to do with the past.”
“Happy is she that from the world retires, and carries with her what the world admires.”

Source : Edmund Waller, Elijah Fenton (1772). “The Works of Edmund Waller, Esq. in verse and prose. Published by Mr. Fenton. (Observations on some of Mr. Waller's poems.) L.P.”, p.187
“Every crime will bring remorse to the man who committed it”
“I've never had to get a job as a waiter or anything. I've always been able to support myself in 'the biz.' Which is great. It's really fantastic to be able to say that, because I know it's hard to do.”
“I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, Of some song sung to rest the tired dead, A song to fall like water on my head, And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow! There is a magic made by melody: A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep To the subaqueous stillness of the sea, And floats forever in a moon-green pool, Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.”

Source : Elizabeth Bishop (2008). “Elizabeth Bishop: Poems, Prose, and Letters”
“I recollect a nurse called Ann, Who carried me about the grass, And one fine day a fine young man Came up and kissed the pretty lass. She did not make the least objection. Thinks I, "Aha, When I can talk I'll tell Mama," And that's my earliest recollection.”

Source : Frederick Locker-Lampson, “A Terrible Infant”

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