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

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

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

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

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

The most socially subversive institution of our time is the one-parent family.

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

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

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

Again, men in general desire the good, and not merely what their fathers had.