A father’s disappointment can be a very powerful tool.
One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
When a father, absent during the day, returns home at six, his children receive only his temperament, not his teaching.
When I was 18, I thought my father was pretty dumb. After a while when I got to be 21, I was amazed to find out how much he’d learned in three years.