One of the things that binds us as a family is a shared sense of humor.

I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.

All the men in my family were bearded, and most of the women.

I realized my family was funny, because nobody ever wanted to leave our house.

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

I love cooking for myself and cooking for my family.

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

The only rock I know that stays steady, the only institution I know that works, is the family.

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

I need my family to remind me in a loving and nice way to lighten up.