But say, my brothers, what can the child do that even the lion could not do? Why must the preying lion still become a child? The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a sacred 'Yes.' For the game of creation, my brothers, a sacred 'Yes' is needed: the spirit now wills his own will, and he who had been lost to the world now conquers his own world.

When you are surrounded by children, the child in you comes back.

In a real man there is a child hidden: it wants to play. Up then, you women, and discover the child in man!

The curtain falls, and man once more finds himself a child playing with whole worlds - a child, awoken by the first glow of morning, who laughingly wipes the frightful dreams from his brow.

The child needs a helping hand or he'll grow up to be an angry young man some day.

Not the stars, not the farthest solar systems, not the millions of different species of animal life, but the child is the greatest of God's creations.