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

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. – Author Unknown