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

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

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.

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

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

Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

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

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

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

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

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

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.