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

Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.

Men are what their mothers made them.

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

Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

To be a successful father… there’s one absolute rule: when you have a kid, don’t look at it for the first two years.

Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessions of happiness.

The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other.

Family! Thou art the home of all social evil, a charitable institution for comfortable women, an anchorage for house-fathers, and a hell for children.

Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one’s own Trojan horse.

In peace, children inter their parents; war violates the order of nature and causes parents to inter their children.

It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons.

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