Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.

As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.

'Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.'

All I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother.