The family is the nucleus of civilization.
The root of the kingdom is in the state. The root of the state is in the family. The root of the family is in the person of its head.
"Family" this and "family" that. If I had a family I'd be furious that moral busybodies are taking the perfectly good word family and using it as a code for censorship the same way "states' rights" was used to disguise racism in the mid-sixties.
The family is the association established by nature for the supply of men's everyday wants.
As far back as our knowledge takes us, human beings have lived in families. We know of no period when this was not so. We know of no people who have succeeded for long in dissolving the family or displacing it.
Family. A snug kind of word.
Marriage, the family unit, was the "original Department of Health, Education and Welfare."
Family, that slippery word, a star to every wandering bark, and everyone sailing under a different sky.
Family . . . the home of all social evil, a charitable institution for comfortable women, an anchorage for house-fathers, and a hell for children.
