“What is a husband? He is the one who, with a touch, can bring back the starlight and glow of years long ago. At least he hopes he can – don’t disappoint him.”

Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them.

They are born with a little bit of angelshine about them, and though it wears thin sometimes there is always enough left to lasso your heart.

A girl becomes a wife with her eyes wide open. She knows that those sweetest words.

A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.

I take thee to be my wedded husband,’ really mean, ‘I promise thee to cook three meals a day for 60 years; thee will I clean up after; thee will I talk to even when thou art not listening; thee will I worry about, cry over and take all manner of hurts from.

Between the innocence of boyhood and the dignity of manhood, we find a delightful creature called a boy.

A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot.

A boy is a magical creature you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can’t lock him out of your heart.

But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new with two magic words Hi, Dad!

You can get him out of your study, but you can’t get him out of your mind. Might as well give up he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your master a freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise.

Boys are found everywhere – on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to.

A boy is truth with dirt on its face, beauty with a cut on its finger, wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.

Little girls are the nicest things that happen to people.

Sixty years ago I knew everything; now I know nothing; education is a progressive discovery of our own ignorance.

I played so long ago, I don’t think anybody even knew you could transfer. I don’t think they knew anything about it.

Twenty-five years ago, people talked about their obligations and responsibilities.

I predicted in 1950 that in five years, manufacturers the world over would be screaming for protection. It took only four years.

If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago.

If you’re teaching today what you were teaching five years ago, either the field is dead or you are.

Where are the one billion people who lived and breathed in the year 1800, only two short centuries ago?

I didn’t realize until I was older what a huge music fan my daddy really was, and actually that my grandma played banjo at one time, and I didn’t even know that until a year or two ago.