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

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

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

Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

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

Men are what their mothers made them.

One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.

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.

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

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

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

If parents would only realize how they bore their children!

God is our father, but even more is God our mother.