My parents were incredibly strict, almost military style.
I am conservative by temperament. I disapprove of criminal activity. I am very solidly and markedly on the side of authority. The truth is I would rather err on the side of too much authority than too little.
My mother was a Jewish General Patton.
I think if you're a 'tiger parent' early on, you don't need to be a 'helicopter parent' in high school.
I grew up the daughter of a local vicar and the granddaughter of a regimental sergeant major.
I had kind of a mean piano teacher. I went to Catholic school, so it was like the typical thing you would imagine - a little kid with a white-haired teacher frowning at the fact that I didn't practice.
My mother did all she could to control me, but at age 14 she sent me to a military school.
The severity of the master is more useful than the indulgence of the father.
Only the man who disciplines himself strictly can stand for long the terrific pace of modern war.
My mother was a high-strung perfectionist. She would check my homework for the slightest imperfection and demand that it be redone if she detected any flaws, which she invariably did. My father, in contrast, was easy going and affable and delighted in helping me with any project.
I must have been a really tough kid to corral. I got disciplined quite frequently. I guess that would be the best way to say it. The rod, I wore out the rod. You know, Spare the rod and spoil the child? Well, I wore out the rod.
A puritan is a person who pours righteous indignation into the wrong things.
There will have to be rigid and iron discipline before we achieve anything great and enduring, and that discipline will not come by mere academic argument and appeal to reason and logic. Discipline is learnt in the school of adversity.
O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.
To be honest, I know that a lot of Asian parents are secretly shocked and horrified by many aspects of Western parenting.
Necessity is a violent school-mistress.
My folks were raised pure prohibitionist. They were very good people, with high moral standards - but very repressed. There was no hugging and kissing in my home.
My family are police officers, detectives. My brother Mitch is FBI. Mitch is like that - a stern enforcer.
My parents were fantastic. I was an only child, so I had a lot of love and too much attention. I don't think I was spoilt. My mother was quite a disciplinarian, but I did have a lot of attention and quite a lot of pressure to do well at whatever I was doing.
In the schoolroom her quick mind had taken readily that strong starch of unexplained rules and disconnected facts which saves ignorance from any painful sense of limpness.
Rules with an iron fist, but sometimes in that fist is a rose.
I'd the upbringing a nun would envy. Until I was fifteen I was more familiar with Africa than my own body.
My parents were strict, but it was the world I lived in. I had no idea there was a world outside.
I've lived on a military base and in a convent boarding school with dobermans at the bottom of front stairs to keep us in and intruders out, and in college I spent some time at the Naval Academy, where everything was run by the numbers.
I went to a school run by Catholic nuns. They were really strict.
