My father never raised his hand to any one of his children, except in self-defense.
Could you possibly whistle to your father and put him back on his lead, please?
If the relationship of father to son could really be reduced to biology, the whole earth would blaze with the glory of fathers and sons.
A man first quarrels with his father about three-quarters of a year before he is born.
A man who doesn’t spend time with his family can never be a real man.
My hair stands on end at the cost and charges of these boys. Why was I ever a father! Why was my father ever a father!
How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child’s board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.
Children’s children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers.
The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.
Sons have always a rebellious wish to be disillusioned by that which charmed their fathers.