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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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 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.