The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.

A man who has been the indisputable favorite of his mother keeps for life the feeling of a conqueror.

I remember a specific moment watching my grandmother hang the clothes on the line and her saying to me 'you are going to have to learn to do this ' and me being in that space of awareness and knowing that my life would not be the same as my grandmother's life.

I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was 'the man goes on top and the woman underneath.' For three years my husband and I slept in bunk beds.

My mother wanted us to understand that the tragedies of your life one day have the potential to be comic stories the next.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.

Children are the anchors of a mother's life.

I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.

I was myself brought up with my brother whose name was Matthias for he was my own brother by both father and mother and I made mighty proficiency in the improvements of my learning and appeared to have both a great memory and understanding.

I spent a lot of time in the school psychologist's office. I didn't apply myself. My mother thought I had learning disabilities.

My father is a chemist my mother was a homemaker. My parents instilled in us the feeling that learning was the most exciting thing that could happen to you and it never ends.

Well knowledge is a fine thing and mother Eve thought so but she smarted so severely for hers that most of her daughters have been afraid of it since.

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self to know it completely to know its minutiae its characteristics its subtleties and its very atoms.

My birth neither shook the German Empire nor caused much of an upheaval in the home. It pleased mother caused father a certain amount of pride and my elder brother the usual fraternal jealousy of a hitherto only son.

It was my mother's idea. Her feeling was that I didn't have the intelligence to pick a trade myself.

It is not ignorance but knowledge which is the mother of wonder.

My mother was making $135 a week but she had resilience and imagination. She might take frozen vegetables cook them with garlic onion and Spam and it would taste like a four-star dinner.