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

My mother protected me from the world and my father threatened me with it.

The family is the test of freedom; because the family is the only thing that the free man makes for himself and by himself.

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

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

The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended—and not to take a hint when a hint isn’t intended.

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

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

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.

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

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