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

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.

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

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

Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one’s own Trojan horse.

If parents would only realize how they bore their children!

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.

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

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