Men are what their mothers made them.

He that raises a large family, does indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand…a broader mark for sorrow; but then he stands a broader mark for pleasure too. 

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

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

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

A Jewish man with parents alive is a fifteen-year-old boy, and will remain a fifteen-year-old boy till they die!

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.

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.

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

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

He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.

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