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

The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended—and not to take a hint when a hint isn’t intended.

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

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

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

Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

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

I cannot bear a parent’s tears.

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

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

Mother died today. Or maybe it was yesterday, I don’t know.