In a household of toddlers and pets, we discover this rule of thumb about happy families - that they are least two-thirds incontinent.
If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable - each segment distinct.
What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life - to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
The only rock I know that stays steady, the only institution I know that works is the family.
Family is just accident.They don't mean to get on your nerves. They don't even mean to be your family, they just are.
Family life is a bit like a runny peach pie - not perfect but who's complaining.
The family that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape,nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.
And thank you for a house full of people I love. Amen.
The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.
Having a place to go - is a home. Having someone to love is a family. Having both is a blessing.