“My son is racing his first 24-hour this year with Porsche.”

Making an album is a long process, but it’s a fun process.

From day one when you’re singing, you’re dreaming about making that first album and making your break into whatever music you want to break into.

If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what’s more, you’ll be a man, my son.

My sons and their wives landed on Mars to start another race.

Don’t hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.

God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow’s head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.

There must always be a struggle between a father and son, while one aims at power and the other at independence.

My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.

Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.

And live like Nature’s bastards, not her sons.