Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them. 

The root of the kingdom is in the State. The root of the State is in the family. The root of the family is in the person of its Head.

Every adolescent has that dream every century has that dream every revolutionary has that dream, to destroy the family.  

If parents would only realize how they bore their children!

My father! The sun is my father, and the earth is my mother, and on her bosom I will recline.

Again, men in general desire the good, and not merely what their fathers had.

As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.

Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

In our family, as far as we are concerned, we were born and what happened before that is myth.

A family’s photograph album is generally about the extended family—and, often, is all that remains of it.

Men are what their mothers made them.

Nobody, who has not been in the interior of a family, can say what the difficulties of any individual of that family may be.

Mother died today. Or maybe it was yesterday, I don’t know.