Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.

“I wasn't yawning, I was just letting some fresh air into my mouth.” (After being accused of being tired.)

“I like lights on buildings, because without them you wouldn't be able to see all the beauty in the world.” (About the lights on the football field at the local highschool.)

“This is our house. And this is America Online.” (While pointing at a map of the North American continent.)

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