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

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

There is not much less vexation in the government of a private family than in the managing of an entire state.

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

The thing that impresses me most about America is the way parents obey their children.

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

If parents would only realize how they bore their children!

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.

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.

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

It’s frightening to think that you mark your children merely by being yourself… it seems unfair. You can’t assume the responsibility for everything you do—or don’t do.

I cannot bear a parent’s tears.

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