Gore Vidal Quotes

When you chastised a youngster back in the early ages, we called it a whipping.

Look at the laws: you can't spank a kid without getting in trouble. That kept me in line!

Withold not Correction from the Child; for if thou beatest him with the Rod, he shall not Die; Thou shalt beat him with the Rod, and shalt deliver his Soul from Hell

They spare the rod, and spoyle the child.

Everyone has a point of view about corporal punishment.

You chastise children when they are bad, as my parents did me. I'm not opposed to smacking. It is to be used occasionally.

Honestly, I regret not having spanked my kids.

Papa didn't cuss, he didn't raise a whole lot of fuss. But when we did wrong, Papa beat the hell out of us.

Give your child a spanking once a day. If you don't know why, he does.

My father being a Caribbean minister, one day I stole the radio. The radio that I stole, I took it to school, showing off how big this boom box was and how bad I was at the time. Once my father figured out where I left the radio, he then got his belt and he walked me, he beat me all the way to where I had hid the radio, and with the boom box.

I think I wish I had never spanked my children, but I have. And they remember every instance like they tattooed it on their palms. I think it's a terrible lesson, to use physical punishment to make a point about not behaving, not being kind to their siblings, to other people. I mean that's just absurd. But I've lost it, I understand it.

Corporal punishment is as humiliating for him who gives it as for him who receives it; it is ineffective besides. Neither shame nor physical pain have any other effect than a hardening one.

Tired mothers find that spanking takes less time than reasoning and penetrates sooner to the seat of the memory.

My mom beat us until she started breaking clothes hangers. Wooden clothes hangers! Once we started laughing back at her, then your spankings were through. That's the way I was raised. So, I got to be about 13 years of age when finally she quit spanking on me. But I think that it was great way to be raised.

Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.

There were no spells at my school, just a smack in the mouth.

A good butt whipping and then a prayer is a wonderful remedy.

Sometimes we'd have to climb a tree and pick our own whips to be disciplined with. When you had to pick your own whip, you knew you were in for it.

My mom, she's the strict one. If we did something bad, we'd get a whippin' but nothing too bad.

I was raised in a time when parents brought out belts, and you got tough love.

Schools should bring back the whip.

I got a lot of whoopings back in the day. I was a very curious kid.

Some homes need a hickory switch a good deal more than they do a piano.

People have to see it for what it is, but they would be so shocked to know two simple things that I just really never shared with anyone, but I spank my child at times. He didn't move a muscle, not one inch, and he didn't drop one tear. I tell you that and you are probably like, "Wow, how is that even possible?" But little details like that is not what people are able to see, and that makes the world of difference to the outcome of the situation.

I grew up in an era when strange adults would grab me on the street and say: 'Don't do that.' You never see that these days. 'Hi, we took the liberty of spanking your son.' Oh thanks, my hand was getting worn.