I got a telegraph from my mother who said that my step-father had had a heart attack come home and earn a living. So I went back to England and the only thing I knew to earn any cash was through hairdressing.

We have three generations at home including my father-in-law. I keep a very low profile and a lot of things I do are very much with the family in mind. I have actually made films with the family around me.

Having robbed children of any sense that their Father is in Heaven and that they are His creation we then launched an experiment in raising them without earthly fathers too. Having neither a Father in heaven or a father in the home many young men make gangs their families.

It's like kids playing house: 'You play the father I'll play the mother.' You know you dress up you play they pay you go home. It's a game - acting's a game.

Most fathers don't see the war within the daughter her struggles with conflicting images of the idealized and flawed father her temptation both to retreat to Daddy's lap and protection and to push out of his embrace to that of beau and the world beyond home.

With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys leaving an ugly wound.

God the Father the supreme Architect had already built this cosmic home we behold the most sacred temple of His godhead by the laws of His mysterious wisdom.

I grew up in an abusive home and was told on a daily basis by my father that I would never amount to anything and that I looked like a boy.

Think about the comfortable feeling you have as you open your front door. That's but a hint of what we'll feel some day on arriving at the place our Father has lovingly and personally prepared for us in heaven. We will finally - and permanently - be 'at home' in a way that defies description.

The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world but as in whispering galleries they are clearly heard at the end and by posterity.