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

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

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

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.

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

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

The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other.

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

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

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

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.