There Is A Science Of

For Beautiful Hair, Let A Child Run His Or Her Fingers Through It Once A Day.

If My World Were To Cave In Tomorrow, I Would Look Back On All The Pleasures, Excitements And Worthwhilenesses I Have Been Lucky Enough To Have Had. Not The Sadness, Not My Miscarriages Or My Father Leaving Home, But The Joy Of Everything Else. It Will Have Been Enough.

Taking Care Of Children Has Nothing To Do With Politics. I Think Perhaps With Time, Instead Of There Being A Politicisation Of Humanitarian Aid, There Will Be A Humanisation Of Politics.

You Go Back. You Search For What Made You Happy When You Were Smaller. We Are All Grown Up Children, Really... So One Should Go Back And Search For What Was Loved And Found To Be Real.

...perhaps That Is What Ultimately Unites Us As A World: The Fact That, No Matter How Prosperous A Nation, How Developed, All Share The Plight And Embarrassment Of Having So Many Suffering Children. We Are United By Our Neglect, Our Abuse, Our Absence Of Love. Have We Forgotten About The Children, And Thus Forsaken The Next Generation?