James Anthony Froude Quotes about Children

I think Nature, if she interests herself much about her children, must often feel that, like the miserable Frankenstein, with her experimenting among the elements of humanity, she has brought beings into existence who

I think Nature, if she interests herself much about her children, must often feel that, like the miserable Frankenstein, with her experimenting among the elements of humanity, she has brought beings into existence who have no business here; who can do none of her work, and endure none of her favours; whose life is only suffering; and whose action is one long protest against the ill foresight which flung them into consciousness.

James Anthony Froude

Children, Thinking, Long

James Anthony Froude (1849). “The nemesis of faith”, p.78

Beautiful is old age—beautiful as the slow-dropping mellow autumn of a rich glorious summer. In the old man, Nature has fulfilled her work; she loads him with blessings; she fills him with the fruits of a well-spent life; and, surrounded by his children and his children's children, she rocks him softly away to a grave, to which he is followed with blessings. God forbid we should not call it beautiful.

James Anthony Froude

Beautiful, Summer, Children

James Anthony Froude (1907). “Essays”

Woe to the unlucky man who as a child is taught, even as a portion of his creed, what his grown reason must forswear.

James Anthony Froude

Children, Men, Woe

James Anthony Froude (1849). “The nemesis of faith”, p.124

Once, once for all, if you would save your heart from breaking, learn this lesson once for all you must cease, in this world, to believe in the eternity of any creed or form at all. Whatever grows in time is a child of time, and is born and lives, and dies at its appointed day like ourselves.

James Anthony Froude

Children, Believe, Heart

James Anthony Froude (1849). “The Nemesis of Faith”, p.33

For me this world was neither so high nor so low as the Church would have it; chequered over with its wild light shadows, I could love it and all the children of it, more dearly, perhaps, because it was not all light.

James Anthony Froude

Children, Light, Shadow

James Anthony Froude (1849). “The nemesis of faith”, p.162

Nature is not a partisan, but out of her ample treasue house she produces children in infinite variety, of which she is equally the mother, and disowns none of them.

James Anthony Froude

Mother, Nature, Children

James Anthony Froude (2011). “Thomas Carlyle: A History of His Life in London, 1834-1881”, p.202, Cambridge University Press