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.

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

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

'Dank Dank' (Reflecting his inability to accept compliments for several years.)