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

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.

When you have snowflakes in the clouds in the sky and you have mountains, you get snow. That's how it works.

Family life is too intimate to be preserved by the spirit of justice. It can be sustained by a spirit of love which goes beyond justice.

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