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

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

Every adolescent has that dream every century has that dream every revolutionary has that dream, to destroy the family.  

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

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

Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

Men are what their mothers made them.

Nobody, who has not been in the interior of a family, can say what the difficulties of any individual of that family may be.

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

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

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