A father carries pictures where his money used to be. – Author Unknown

There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. – John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994

Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father! – Lydia M. Child, Philothea: A Romance, 1836