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

My mother protected me from the world and my father threatened me with it.

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.

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

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.

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

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

The family is the test of freedom; because the family is the only thing that the free man makes for himself and by himself.

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

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

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. 

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