It is sad that unless you are born a god, your life,from its very beginning, is a mystery to you.
The Autobiography of My MotherFreedom, where are you? Who holds you back? [...] The mother of wit and pleasure, Oh freedom!
AntologÃÂa poéticaWhen a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.
The African QueenA father is the template of a man Nature gives a girl
I Don't Know How She Does It: The Life of Kate Reddy, Working MotherI would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.
The Red Tent