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If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your read more
If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.
A family can develop only with a loving woman as its center.
A family can develop only with a loving woman as its center.
One\'s family is the most important thing in life. I look at it this way: One of these days I\'ll read more
One\'s family is the most important thing in life. I look at it this way: One of these days I\'ll be over in a hospital somewhere with four walls around me. And the only people who\'ll be with me will be my family.
The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended--and not to take a read more
The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended--and not to take a kint when a hint isn't intended.
Love and fear. Everything the father of a family says must inspire one or the other.
Love and fear. Everything the father of a family says must inspire one or the other.
The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a read more
The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a hint when a hint isn\'t intended.
A home with a loving and loyal husband and wife is the supreme setting in which children can be reared read more
A home with a loving and loyal husband and wife is the supreme setting in which children can be reared in love and righteousness and in which the spiritual and physical needs of children can be met.
A family is a place where principles are hammered and honed on the anvil of everyday living.
A family is a place where principles are hammered and honed on the anvil of everyday living.
Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices,
Each note of which calls like a little sister,
Those airs slow, read more
Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices,
Each note of which calls like a little sister,
Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smokewreaths
Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets
Cyrano Act 5.
