If a man has been his mother's undisputed darling he retains throughout life the triumphant feeling the confidence in success which not seldom brings actual success along with it.

Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.

My mother was the dearest sweetest angel. She didn't talk she sang. She was a tower of strength.

And when I look at my mother I reflect on her strength and endurance. She's cranky sometimes but she is lovable and loving. I'd be happy to be there at 86.

I realized that while I would never be my mother nor have her life the lesson she had left me was that it was possible to love and care for a man and still have at your core a strength so great that you never even needed to put it on display.

Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.

If a tie is like kissing your sister losing is like kissing you grandmother with her teeth out.

I had a little insight into life that most kids probably didn't have. My mother was a schoolteacher and my father was a social worker. Through his eyes I saw the underside of society.

A society deadened by a smothering network of laws while finding release in moral chaos is not likely to be either happy or stable.

I'm 23 years old. I might just be my mother's child but in all reality I'm everybody's child. Nobody raised me I was raised in this society.