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

A Jewish man with parents alive is a fifteen-year-old boy, and will remain a fifteen-year-old boy till they die!

Men are what their mothers made them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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