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

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

Nobody, who has not been in the interior of a family, can say what the difficulties of any individual of that family may be.

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

I cannot bear a parent’s tears.

My father! The sun is my father, and the earth is my mother, and on her bosom I will recline.

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

Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

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

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

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.

The root of the kingdom is in the State. The root of the State is in the family. The root of the family is in the person of its Head.

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