Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.
-- Joseph Addison
1672-1719, British Essayist, Poet, Statesman
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A friend who is near and dear may in time become as useless as a relative.
-- George Ade
1866-1944, American Humorist, Playwright
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The family is the school of duties... founded on love.
-- Felix Adler
1851-1933, American Educator, Social Critic
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A farmer who had a quarrelsome family called his sons and told them to lay a bunch of sticks before him. Then, after laying the sticks parallel to one another and binding them, he challenged his sons, one after one, to pick up the bundle and break it. They all tried, but in vain. Then, untying the bundle, he gave them the sticks to break one by one. This they did with the greatest ease. Then said the father, Thus, my sons, as long as you remain united, you are a match for anything, but differ and separate, and you are undone.
-- Aesop
620-560 BC, Greek Fabulist
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Our notion of the perfect society embraces the family as its center and ornament, and this paradise is not secure until children appear to animate and complete the picture.
-- Amos Bronson Alcott
1799-1888, American Educator, Social Reformer
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Love, by reason of its passion, destroys the in-between which relates us to and separates us from others. As long as its spell lasts, the only in-between which can insert itself between two lovers is the child, love's own product. The child, this in-between to which the lovers now are related and which they hold in common, is representative of the world in that it also separates them; it is an indication that they will insert a new world into the existing world. Through the child, it is as though the lovers return to the world from which their love had expelled them. But this new worldliness, the possible result and the only possibly happy ending of a love affair, is, in a sense, the end of love, which must either overcome the partners anew or be transformed into another mode of belonging together.
-- Hannah Arendt
1906-1975, German-born American Political Philosopher
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Cruel is the strife of brothers.
-- Aristotle
BC 384-322, Greek Philosopher
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Rarely do members of the same family grow up under the same roof.
-- Richard Bach
1936-, American Author
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