As adults, we do know more, but we don't know enough. People can be very unthinkingly callous.
A bad act done will fester and create in its own way. It's not only goodness that creates. Bad things create. They have their own yeast.
Ideals jump across the hierarchies of the printed word.
I think childhood is to everyone a lost land.
The trouble with words is that you never know whose mouths they've been in.
The knowledge that we have about what it is to be human that we have as a child is something we necessarily must lose.