A family is a place where principles are hammered and honed on the anvil of everyday living.

Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.

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

You leave home to seek your fortune and, when you get it, you go home and share it with your family.

Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back.

Family life itself, that safest, most traditional, most approved of female choices, is not a sanctuary: It is, perpetually, a dangerous place.

To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there.

Dad kept us out of school, but school comes and goes. Family is forever.

There is no such thing as fun for the whole family.

What must it be like for a little boy to read that daddy never loved mummy?