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

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

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

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

The family is the test of freedom; because the family is the only thing that the free man makes for himself and by himself.

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

Men are what their mothers made them.

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

If parents would only realize how they bore their children!

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.

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