Familiarity breeds contempt—and children.

As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.

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

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

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. 

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

I cannot bear a parent’s tears.

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

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.

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

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