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

He that raises a large family, does indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand…a broader mark for sorrow; but then he stands a broader mark for pleasure too. 

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

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

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

Men are what their mothers made them.

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

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

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

Familiarity breeds contempt—and 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.

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

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