For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
– William Ross Wallace, lawyer, poet (1819-1881)
What the mother sings to the cradle goes all the way down to the coffin.
– Henry Ward Beecher, clergyman, writer (1813-1887)
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of children.
– William Makepeace Thackeray, British novelist (1811-1863)
Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother.
– Lin Yutang, author (1895-1976)
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That is his.
– Oscar Wilde, Irish dramatist, poet, novelist (1854-1900)
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