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

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

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

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

If parents would only realize how they bore their children!

Again, men in general desire the good, and not merely what their fathers had.

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

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

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

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

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