From where can your authority and license as a parent come from, when you who are old, do worse things?

If you bungle raising your children, I don’t think whatever else you do well matters very much.

The thing that impresses me most about America is the way parents obey their children.

Where parents do too much for their children, the children will not do much for themselves.

I wish all the mothers, fathers and children out there realize how much I need them and how much I value their support.

Is the parent better than the child into whom he has cast his ripened being? Whence, then, this worship of the past?