"I don't know what I'm doing, but my incompetence has never stopped my enthusiasm."
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"The father who does not teach his son his duties is equally guilty with the son who neglects them."
"A father carries pictures where his money used to be."
"A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father."
"Choose a career you love and you will never have to go to work."
"It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons."
"My father always wanted to be the corpse at every funeral, the bride at every wedding and the baby at every christening."
"When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry."
"I thought I would be more inspired to have all these new feelings to talk about, but I really just want to hang out with my daughter."
"One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters."
"My father was frightened of his mother. I was frightened of my father and I am damned well going to see to it that my children are frightened of me."
"My dad, like any coach, has always stressed the fundamentals. He taught me responsibility, accountability, and the importance of hard work."
"My father taught me to work; he did not teach me to love it."
"The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat."
"Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name."
"I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that."
"Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later."
"Being a father helps me be more responsible... you see more things than you've ever seen."
"Dad, wherever you are, you are gone but you will never be forgotten."
"To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face and not the blade. Before the story ended, he'd removed the iron sliver I thought I'd die from. I can't remember the tale, but hear his voice still, a well of dark water, a prayer. And I recall his hands, two measures of tenderness he laid against my face."