My husband’s a pediatrician, so he and I talk about parenting all the time. You can’t raise children who have more shame resilience than you do.

There’s no political point worth my son’s life.

The whole commerce between master and slave is a perpetual exercise of the most boisterous passions, the most unremitting despotism on the one part, and degrading submissions on the other. Our children see this, and learn to imitate it.

I give the children education.

In the real world, children love me.

The place of the father in the modern suburban family is a very small one, particularly if he plays golf.

In our ecclesiastical region there are priests who don’t baptize the children of single mothers because they weren’t conceived in the sanctity of marriage. These are today’s hypocrites. Those who clericalize the church. Those who separate the people of God from salvation.

But now, being a parent, I go home and see my son and I forget about any mistake I ever made or the reason I’m upset. I get home and my son is smiling or he comes running to me. It has just made me grow as an individual and grow as a man.

This character feels so much like my brother. He has two children. He has a wife. He works with me. He chooses to stay in New Hampshire because he wants his kids to grow up in the school they started with. He doesn’t want them to lose friends. He is his family’s hero.

My children, to the extent that they have found religion, have found it from me, in that I insist on at least a modicum of religious education for them.

Kids will remind you that, even though you’ve gone down a road 100 times, it’s brand new for them – and that’s healthy.

A lot of preachers‘ kids are some of the most rebellious kids in the world. I never was like that.

I’ve worked with children all my life.

See, people are watching you. Especially your children. They’re taking in every single thing you do. They are like video cameras with legs. And they are always in the record mode. They learn more from what you do than from what you say.

The joys of parents are secret, and so are their grieves and fears.

Only God Himself fully appreciates the influence of a Christian mother in the molding of character in her children.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

To rule children by force is the technique of Satan, not of the Savior.

The influence of a mother upon the lives of her children cannot be measured. They know and absorb her example and attitudes when it comes to questions of honesty, temperance, kindness, and industry.

Be nice to your children. After all, they are going to choose your nursing home.

If you want someone to say, ‚She’s so sweet, and she’s so cute, and, honey, point your foot,‘ that’s not my school. You can go to the YMCA and have a nobody teach your kid if that’s what you want to hear.

It is our moral obligation to give every child the very best education possible.

Mum had done everything you need to educate a kid. She made me a kid who likes books and she told me about ‚Wind in the Willows‘ and read it and I thought this is weird, Rat, Mole, Toad and my first ever Bolshie thought – you know about ‚The Wind in the Willows.‘

Children are all foreigners.

I love our daughters more than anything in the world – more than life itself. And while that may not be the first thing that some folks want to hear from an Ivy-league-educated lawyer, it is truly who I am. So for me, being Mom-in-Chief is, and always will be, job number one.

As a father, safety is always a top of mind issue for me.

I’ve never lived my life in the opinion of others. I believe I’m a good person. I believe I’m a good mom. But that’s for my kids to decide, not for the world.

When a father puts in long hours at work, he’s praised for being dedicated and ambitious. But when a mother stays late at the office, she’s sometimes accused of being selfish, neglecting her kids.

I just want to make sure when I have kids, I can spend time with them. That’s the whole point.

Being a housewife and a mother is the biggest job in the world, but if it doesn’t interest you, don’t do it – I would have made a terrible mother.

Always kiss your children goodnight, even if they’re already asleep.

Our need for certainty in an endeavor as uncertain as raising children makes explicit ‚how-to-parent‘ strategies both seductive and dangerous.

My husband and I had to raise five of my younger brothers and sisters. They lived with us. We sent them to school.

Of all nature’s gifts to the human race, what is sweeter to a man than his children?

My parents taught me never to judge others based on whom they love, what color their skin is, or their religion.

The loss of a child is my greatest nightmare.

My friend has a baby. I’m recording all the noises he makes so later I can ask him what he meant.

You see, at the end of the day, my most important title is still ‚mom-in-chief.‘ My daughters are still the heart of my heart and the center of my world.

Children always turn to the light.

I really like children to watch my movies.

The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.

I teach children to be winners.

I don’t let a lot of reporters meet my children.

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!

The ‚Billionaire‘ song is what my kids tease me with. They sing it to me. It’s funny.

As a country, we can’t teach kids how to read and write when we got 18 years to do it. And that’s – that’s a disgrace.

If a woman can, by careful selection of a father and nourishment of herself, produce a citizen with efficient senses, sound organs and a good digestion, she should clearly be secured a sufficient reward for that natural service to make her willing to undertake and repeat it.

My wife, a schoolteacher, very disciplined. If you think I’m tough, trust me, and wait till you see when the children are on the naughty step. It’s hilarious. So we decided that I’m going to work like a donkey and provide amazing support for the family.

If you’ve ever hauled a 28-pound two-year-old around New York, you’ll find that men fold at the knees a lot quicker than women.

He didn’t come out of my belly, but my God, I’ve made his bones, because I’ve attended to every meal, and how he sleeps, and the fact that he swims like a fish because I took him to the ocean. I’m so proud of all those things. But he is my biggest pride.

The only time my records are going to be broken is by my own spawn. I’m going be training that child out the womb.

If I were a woman, I would love to have lots of kids. But for men, I don’t believe in it.

Train up a child in the way that he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.

I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read them, because he fears they joggle the mind.

In general my children refuse to eat anything that hasn’t danced in television.

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

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

You must be afraid, my son. That is how one becomes an honest citizen.

Being a child at home alone in the summer is a high-risk occupation. If you call your mother at work thirteen times an hour, she can hurt you.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

Familiarity breeds contempt – and children.