Women have childbearing equipment. For them to choose not to use the equipment is no more blocking what is instinctive than it is for a man who, muscles or no, chooses not to be a weightlifter.
The worker can unionize, go out on strike; mothers are divided from each other in homes, tied to their children by compassionate bonds.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
Why do grandparents and grandchildren get along so well? They have the same enemy-the mother.
A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.
The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.
Only mothers can think of the future - because they give birth to it in their children.
How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are, we must know our mothers names.
Mothers are the people who love us for no good reason. And those of us who are mothers know it's the most exquisite love of all.
Mothers all want their sons to grow up to be president, but they don't want them to become politicians in the process.