To be a successful father… there’s one absolute rule: when you have a kid, don’t look at it for the first two years.

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

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

Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

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.

If parents would only realize how they bore their children!

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

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

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

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