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Let the wife make the husband glad to come home, and let him make her sorry to see him leave.
There have been times when I have goofed up, and like every adolescent, I sometimes did get led the wrong way. I would come back home really scared to face my mom's wrath and anger, but surprisingly, I never got to face one. She would always tell me in a very nice manner that what I did was wrong and that I should correct myself.
Every day, at home, I have the astonishing and humbling opportunity — together with my wife Sophie — to nurture empathy, compassion, self-love, and a keen sense of justice in our three kids.
Nature is the mother and the habitat of man, even if sometimes a stepmother and an unfriendly home.
When I'm home, I like a cozy, comfortable, calming space.
A good wife is someone who thinks she has done everything right: raising the kids, being there for the husband, being home, trying to do it all.
Is it not a grotesque civilization which sends missionaries across the sea to save the souls of the heathen, and yet permits conditions at home that debauch the children at our very doors?
Middle age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you.
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