Our child benefit goes directly to the families who need it the most.

The Lord only knows how many times I let my children go hungry rather than take secretly the bread I liked not to ask for.

His brothers were the type; he was the variation.

If you want to see mankind fully, look at a family. Within the family minds become organically one, and for this reason the family is total poetry.

My Papa's Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.

I think that is why we stay close to our families, no matter how neurotic the members, how deeply annoying or dull- because when people have seen you at your worst, you don’t have to put on the mask as much.