'When you kiss someone, your heart goes out to them, and when you're done kissing them your heart goes back in.'

“If we call these foothills, can we call the little trees 'foot trees?''' (While driving in the foothills.)

'Daddy, there's Victor, only he has more white hairs now.' (about our neighbor 3 doors down who is a regular reader of McClelland Family.com)

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.

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.