The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life.
The family – that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.
The only rock I know that stays steady, the only institution I know that works, is the family.
In family life, love is the oil that eases friction, the cement that binds closer together, and the music that brings harmony.
The love of family and the admiration of friends are much more important than wealth and privilege.
The informality of family life is a blessed condition that allows us all to become our best while looking our worst.
Family is the compass that guides us. It's the inspiration to reach great heights, and our comfort when we occasionally falter.