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

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

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

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

It is impossible to please all the world and one’s father.

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

Men are what their mothers made them.

Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

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

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.

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. 

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

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