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 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.

When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years.

In the family where the father rules secure, there dwells the peace which thou wilt in vain seek for elsewhere in the wide world outside.

The child is father of the man.