A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold.

Everybody who has a baby thinks everybody who hasn't a baby ought to have a baby,Which accounts for the success of such plays as the Irish Rose of Abie,The idea apparently being that just by being fruitfulYou are doing something beautiful,Which if it is trueMeans that the common housefly is several million times more beautiful than me or you.

Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave when they think that their children are naive.

The burnt child, urged by rankling ire, Can hardly wait to get back at the fire.

Parents were invented to make children happy by giving them something to ignore.

No, you never get any fun Out of the things you haven't done.

Children aren't happy with nothing to ignore, and that's what parents were created for.

Children aren't happy without something to ignore, And that's what parents were created for

The Preacher, the Politicain, the Teacher, Were each of them once a kiddie. A child, indeed, is a wonderful creature. Do I want one? God Forbiddie!