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Of what use are pedigrees, or to be thought of noble blood, or
the display of family portraits, O read more
Of what use are pedigrees, or to be thought of noble blood, or
the display of family portraits, O Ponticus?
[Lat., Stemmata quid faciunt, quid prodest, Pontice, longo,
Sanguine censeri pictosque ostendere vultus.]
You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.
You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.
Other things may change us, but we start and end with family
Other things may change us, but we start and end with family
Sence I've ben here, I've hired a chap to look about for me,
To git me a transplantable an' read more
Sence I've ben here, I've hired a chap to look about for me,
To git me a transplantable an' thrifty fem'ly-tree.
In the investigation of a neurotic style of life, we must always suspect an opponent, and note who suffers most read more
In the investigation of a neurotic style of life, we must always suspect an opponent, and note who suffers most because of the patient's condition. Usually this is a member of the family.
One who is proud of ancestry is like a turnip; there is nothing good of him but that which is read more
One who is proud of ancestry is like a turnip; there is nothing good of him but that which is underground
I came up-stairs into the world; for I was born in a cellar.
I came up-stairs into the world; for I was born in a cellar.
Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things read more
Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things we can give to them is unconditional love. Not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children.
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.
