Children are supposed to help hold a marriage together. They do this in a number of ways. For instance they demand so much attention that a husband and wife concentrating on their children fail to notice each other's faults.

I've yet to be on a campus where most women weren't worrying about some aspect of combining marriage children and a career. I've yet to find one where many men were worrying about the same thing.

Why in almost all societies have married women specialized in bearing and rearing children and in certain agricultural activities whereas married men have done most of the fighting and market work?

I married the first man I ever kissed. When I tell this to my children they just about throw up.

I love my children beyond all reason. They're my joy even when they're wild with kid energy.

A test of a people is how it behaves toward the old. It is easy to love children. Even tyrants and dictators make a point of being fond of children. But the affection and care for the old the incurable the helpless are the true gold mines of a culture.

The distinction between children and adults while probably useful for some purposes is at bottom a specious one I feel. There are only individual egos crazy for love.

Everything that I love is behind those gates. We have elephants and giraffes and crocodiles and every kind of tigers and lions. And - and we have bus loads of kids who don't get to see those things. They come up sick children and enjoy it.

There are fathers who do not love their children there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.

Women have simple tastes. They get pleasure out of the conversation of children in arms and men in love.