There is no good father, that’s the rule. Don’t lay the blame on men but on the bond of paternity, which is rotten. To beget children, nothing better; to have them, what iniquity![Il n’y a pas de bon père, c’est la règle; qu’on n’en tienne pas grief aux hommes mais au lien de paternité qui est pourri. Faire des enfants, rien de mieux; en avoir, quelle iniquité! ]
Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it.
It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.
Whoever has not got a good father should procure one.[Wenn man keinen guten Vater hat, so soll man sich einen anschaffen.]
There were those who asserted that sons always became, to some degree or other, disguised variants of their fathers, that the experience of breaking out was never more than an illusion; you returned; the gravity of blood was not only stronger than your willpower, it was your willpower.
There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.[Il y a des pères qui n’aiment pas leurs enfants; il n’existe point d’aïeul qui n’adore son petit-fils.]
The wisest man may be a blind father.[Un peu d’aveuglement paternel est permis aux meilleurs esprits.]
The reservedness and distance that fathers keep, often deprive their sons of that refuge which would be of more advantage to them than an hundred rebukes or chidings.