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. 

A Jewish man with parents alive is a fifteen-year-old boy, and will remain a fifteen-year-old boy till they die!

The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

I cannot bear a parent’s tears.

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.