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Innocence plays in the backyard of ignorance
Innocence plays in the backyard of ignorance
A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for read more
A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men
O God, keep me innocent; make others great!
[Fr., O mon Dieu, conserve-moi innocente, donne la grandeur aux
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O God, keep me innocent; make others great!
[Fr., O mon Dieu, conserve-moi innocente, donne la grandeur aux
autres.]
That's what it takes to be a hero, a little gem of innocence inside you that makes you want to read more
That's what it takes to be a hero, a little gem of innocence inside you that makes you want to believe that there still exists a right and wrong, that decency will somehow triumph in the end
A mind conscious of innocence laughs at the lies of rumor.
A mind conscious of innocence laughs at the lies of rumor.
Once you start asking questions, innocence is gone.
Once you start asking questions, innocence is gone.
It is well for the heart to be naive and the mind not to be.
It is well for the heart to be naive and the mind not to be.
O, white innocence,
That thou shouldst wear the mask of guilt to hide
Thine awful and serenest read more
O, white innocence,
That thou shouldst wear the mask of guilt to hide
Thine awful and serenest countenance
From those who know thee not!
Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of read more
Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of to-day. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul.
