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

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

Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

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

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

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

The most socially subversive institution of our time is the one-parent family.

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.

Again, men in general desire the good, and not merely what their fathers had.

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

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

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

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