#babies

Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

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Philip looked incredulously at the tiny bundle in Johnny’s arms. He reached out a hand tentatively, and lifted a corner of the blanket. He saw a wrinkled pink face, an open toothless mouth and a little bald head—a miniature of an aging monk. ↗

— Ken Follett

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