A Jewish man with parents alive is a fifteen-year-old boy, and will remain a fifteen-year-old boy till they die!

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

If parents would only realize how they bore their children!

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

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

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

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

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. 

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

It’s frightening to think that you mark your children merely by being yourself… it seems unfair. You can’t assume the responsibility for everything you do—or don’t do.

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