In honor of fathers everywhere . . .
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard.
Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass."
"We're not raising grass," Dad would reply. "We're raising boys."
He didn't tell me how to live, he lived, and let me watch him do it.
--Clarence Budington Kelland
A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms
when his hands are empty.
One father is worth more than a hundred Schoolmasters.