God pity us. If mothers had failed as fathers have, God would have dumped
you into hell long ago.
God bless the women. I believe in women’s rights.
If some of you women had to get to heaven on the testimony of your
washerwomen, would you make it?
If you see a kid with its stockings hanging down like the skin on a
rhinoceros, and a dirty nose, it don’t take a prophet to say, “Ma’s gone
to the club.”
Outlawism is not settled by the street mob—it is settled in the home.
I haven’t much faith in the woman who talks heaven and makes her home a
hell.
Don’t tell the children what you don’t mean.
Don’t talk about your neighbors or anybody else.
Don’t hurt your children’s self-respect by punishing them in the presence
of company. Wait until the company is gone, then dust both hemispheres.
Don’t lie to your children, and then wonder where they learned to lie.
Don’t be a fool, and if you’ve got plenty of income, overdress your
children and send them to school to make the children of some poor,
conscientious man dissatisfied because their dad can’t give them as nice
clothes.