Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply... For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Call not that man wretched, who whatever ills he suffers, has a child to love.
I would like to express the thoughts of a man who, having finally penetrated the partitions and ceilings of little countries, little coteries, little sects, rises above all these categories and finds himself a child and citizen of the Earth.
He that loves not his wife and children feeds a lioness at home, and broods a nest of sorrows.
You need to prepare the child you have for the world that exists.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
Any beast can cry over the misfortunes of its own child. It takes a mensch to weep for others' children.
Free the child's potential, and you will transform him into the world.
The abandoned infant's cry is rage, not fear.
For God so loved the World that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
But whoever gives birth to useless children, what would you say of him except that he has bred sorrows for himself, and furnishes laughter for his enemies.