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.

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

“No it's not. It's a big hot!” At 2 years old. After being warned that the car seat was a little hot.

I hope they get here soon. The kids are biting at the chomp.

'The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.'