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

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

The thing that impresses me most about America is the way parents obey their children.

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

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

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

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

If parents would only realize how they bore their children!

I cannot bear a parent’s tears.

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.

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