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

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

Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one’s own Trojan horse.

In our family, as far as we are concerned, we were born and what happened before that is myth.

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

Men are what their mothers made them.

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

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.

He that raises a large family, does indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand…a broader mark for sorrow; but then he stands a broader mark for pleasure too. 

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