Men are what their mothers made them.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

There is not much less vexation in the government of a private family than in the managing of an entire state.