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.

“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.''

“If all the people in the world were nice could we just get rid of the word mean?”

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

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