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

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

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

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.

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

It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons.

God is our father, but even more is God our mother.

The most socially subversive institution of our time is the one-parent family.

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. 

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