He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.

I cannot bear a parent’s tears.

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.

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

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

If parents would only realize how they bore their 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. 

Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one’s own Trojan horse.

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

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

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

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

The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other.