I imagine I will spend my days traveling from country to country to visit our children, who I expect will live around the world.

Who’s my hero? That’s a great question… Well, I think my dad is my hero, because he’s someone I look up to every day.

The details surrounding both my marriage and subsequent filing for divorce are private, and I had hoped to keep them that way for the sake of my family.

Clearly this is a tough economic time, and a lot of families are hurting. So when we talk to parents, we talk about small changes for kids and things that don’t cost extra money. Like adding water and eliminating sugary drinks and sodas. That’s going to save money right there. Or adding a few more vegetables.

My mother fought cancer for almost a decade and died at 56. She held out long enough to meet the first of her grandchildren and to hold them in her arms. But my other children will never have the chance to know her and experience how loving and gracious she was.

The world at large is less inequitable today than at any time in history. Number of people in abject poverty, as a percentage, is at all-time low.

My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing.

A family shares hardships and a connected history.

Children make your life important.

I’m touring the world, not doing nothing against the law, getting money to feed my family. I got employees that have felonies, and they can’t get jobs. They work for me.

Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only!

Crowded classrooms and half-day sessions are a tragic waste of our greatest national resource – the minds of our children.

Our inquiring friends and neighbors not of our faith can also catch the wave. We encourage them to keep all that is good and true in their lives. And we invite them to receive more, especially the glorious truth that through God’s eternal plan, families can be together forever.

My mother’s love has always been a sustaining force for our family, and one of my greatest joys is seeing her integrity, her compassion, her intelligence reflected in my daughters.

How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child!

I always wanted a family.

All parents are concerned about their children’s well-being. As a parent of three kids, I’m very concerned about their well-being.

I’d like to think that I’m a calm and sweet person. I tend to be very playful at home with my children, but in life… we have to fight our battles – our work battles, our political battles, our personal battles – and we’re focused.

The mother of a family should look upon her housekeeping and the planning of meals as a scientific occupation.

Growing up, my grandmother did not want worldly music in the house. Then when I went out to California, I started listening to Spanish music, mostly Mexican music. But were I in Egypt, I would listen to the music of the people, or if I was in Italy, I’d listen to Italian music.

Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.

No man should bring children into the world who is unwilling to persevere to the end in their nature and education.

Through the ages, many of His children have had access to the blessings of the gospel, but many more have not.

For unflagging interest and enjoyment, a household of children, if things go reasonably well, certainly all other forms of success and achievement lose their importance by comparison.

Never have more children than you have car windows.

My upbringing was solid because of the people I had around me.

And I come here as a daughter, raised on the South Side of Chicago – by a father who was a blue-collar city worker and a mother who stayed at home with my brother and me.

My father wasn’t perfect. He had a temper. I took some of that. He would snap, but the older he got, he started calming down. He learned about life, but the thing that he taught my whole family was that family was the most important thing and, no matter what, if a family member needs you, you go and help them out; you get there.

I have a son, who is my heart. A wonderful young man, daring and loving and strong and kind.

I’m blessed to have such a tight-knit family that we can talk about anything. Whether we talk frequently or not, since we’re on separate ends of the country, there are a lot of moving parts, and we always stay tight and find that center ground that keeps us together.

For a long time I was scared I’d find out I was like my mother.

If I walked into the kitchen without washing my hands as a kid, I’d hear a loud ‚A-hem!‘ from my mother or grandmother. Now I count on other people to do the same.

I teach children to be winners.

In the real world, children love me.

When I was growing up, my family was so poor we couldn’t afford to pay attention.

The great thing about having a bunch of kids is they just remind you that you’re the person who takes them to go poop!

I have ‚Parents‘ magazine in my home.

I sing seriously to my mom on the phone. To put her to sleep, I have to sing ‚Maria‘ from West Side Story. When I hear her snoring, I hang up.

The way I try to represent my family and coaches, I think all are characteristics the league aspires to portray. That’s just who I am.

Adults are obsolete children.

For me, already being part of a single parent household and knowing it was just me and my mom, you’d would wake up times and hope that the next day you’d be able to be alongside your mother because she was out trying to make sure that I was taken care of. But all I cared about was her being home.

All of my brothers and sisters are very talented. They all sang all right.

We care for each other and care about our family, and we are both working towards the same goal.

Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized.

OK, I have a nickname. My family calls me ‚Trey‘ because I’m William the third. My dad has the same name, which is always confusing because my dad is well known, and I’m also known.

Every man is a quotation from all his ancestors.

I have Muslim members of my family. I have lived in Muslim countries.

We will invest in our people, quality education, job opportunity, family, neighborhood, and yes, a thing we call America.

I think a father is important for everyone. If you don’t have, then maybe not so much. In the world today, it’s possible that you grow up with only one parent in the family.

Until we’re educating every kid in a fantastic way, until every inner city is cleaned up, there is no shortage of things to do.

Americans want students to get the best education possible. We want schools to prepare children to become good citizens and members of a prosperous American economy.

‚Doo-wop‘ is a very special word for me. Because I grew up listening to my dad who, as a Fifties rock & roll head, loved doo-wop music.

I worry about all who are impure in their thoughts, feelings, or actions or who demean their wives or children, thereby cutting off priesthood power.

I want parents to teach that academic intelligence is essential, but so is financial intelligence.

In our home there was always prayer – aloud, proud and unapologetic.

While children are struggling to be unique, the world around them is trying all means to make them look like everybody else.

Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.

My family, frankly, they weren’t folks who went to church every week. My mother was one of the most spiritual people I knew but she didn’t raise me in the church, so I came to my Christian faith later in life and it was because the precepts of Jesus Christ spoke to me in terms of the kind of life that I would want to lead.

Children are a wonderful gift. They have an extraordinary capacity to see into the heart of things and to expose sham and humbug for what they are.

I was fortunate and I was lucky that I had a couple of people in my life who cared about me. I had good, loving parents.

There is no such thing as fun for the whole family.