The house does not rest upon the ground, but upon a woman

The house does not rest upon the ground, but upon a woman

Family life is too intimate to be preserved by the spirit of justice. It can be sustained by a spirit read more

Family life is too intimate to be preserved by the spirit of justice. It can be sustained by a spirit of love which goes beyond justice.

People should watch out for three things: avoid a major addiction, don't get so deeply into debt that it controls read more

People should watch out for three things: avoid a major addiction, don't get so deeply into debt that it controls your life, and don't start a family before you're ready to settle down.

I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, read more

I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack

I am really close to my family. My cousin is my best friend!

I am really close to my family. My cousin is my best friend!

A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common read more

A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold.

Families composed of rugged individualists have to do things obliquely.

Families composed of rugged individualists have to do things obliquely.

I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, read more

I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack.

Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices,
Each note of which calls like a little sister,
Those airs slow, read more

Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices,
Each note of which calls like a little sister,
Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smokewreaths
Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets
Cyrano Act 5.