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

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

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

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

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.

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!

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

Men are what their mothers made them.

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

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.