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

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

Men are what their mothers made them.

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

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

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

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

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

There is not much less vexation in the government of a private family than in the managing of an entire state.

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