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

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

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.

It’s frightening to think that you mark your children merely by being yourself… it seems unfair. You can’t assume the responsibility for everything you do—or don’t do.

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

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

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

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

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

If parents would only realize how they bore their children!

The root of the kingdom is in the State. The root of the State is in the family. The root of the family is in the person of its Head.