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

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

It is impossible to please all the world and one’s father.

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.

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

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

If parents would only realize how they bore their children!

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

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.

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

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

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