“OF COURSE I’d like to be the ideal mother. But I’m too busy raising children.”

Lovesick, bitter and hardened heart. Aching, waiting for life to start

On radio and television, magazines and the movies, you can’t tell what you’re going to get. When you look at the comic page, you can usually depend on something acceptable by the entire family.

I don’t just try to be funny.

Time goes by at such a pace,it’s funny how it’s easy to forget her face

In Roslyn, Pennsylvania, we started our real-life family circus. They provided the inspiration for my cartoons. I provided the perspiration.

I don’t have to come up with a ha-ha belly laugh every day, but drawings with warmth and love or ones that put a lump in the throat. That’s more important to me than a laugh.

I never studied art, but taught myself to draw by imitating the New Yorker cartoonists of that day, instead of doing my homework.

A peaceful home is as sacred a place as any chapel or cathedral.

I think it’s a novelty for cartoon characters to cross over into another strip or panel occasionally.

I like to feel that what I’m doing portrays this: a family where there is love between mother, father and the kids. It’s a subject that is near and dear to me.

Goal begins with “GO.”

Today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.

Many of my cartoons are not a belly laugh. I go for nostalgia, the lump in the throat, the tear in the eye, the tug in the heart.

A hug is like a boomerang – you get it back right away.

Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.

Sometimes I get the feeling that I’m stranded in the wrong time where love is just a lyric in a children’s rhyme

So much of what holds us back in life are the long-held resentments stemming from childhood.

I am a child of borderlines and we are two lands, carved differently.

No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.

The blues was like that problem child that you may have had in the family. You was a little bit ashamed to let anybody see him, but you loved him. You just didn’t know how other people would take it.

Children are the anchors of a mother’s life.

I never fit in with my peer group. I never hung out with kids my age – I always wanted to hang out with my mom and her girlfriends.

You cannot catch a child’s spirit by running after it; you must stand still and for love it will soon itself return.

I want to be a man’s man – not a kid actor or a glitzy pop star but a no-bullshit leading man.