My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

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

My daddy, he was somewhere between God and John Wayne. – Hank Williams, Jr.

The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering-galleries, they are clearly heard at the end and by posterity. – Jean Paul Richter