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

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

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

Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them. 

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

Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Men are what their mothers made them.