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

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

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

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.

Men are what their mothers made them.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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