As a child my family's menu consisted of two choices: take it or leave it.

The most difficult is the first family, to bring someone out of the world.

Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.

The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.

My family was my guide to my reality.

You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.

The joke in our family is that we can cry reading the phone book.

Cherish your human connections: your relationships with friends and family.

In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future.

There's nothing I value more than the closeness of friends and family, a smile as I pass someone on the street.