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.

'Daddy, how many whoppers are there in those tall trees?' After waking up in the car while driving through Calaveras Big Trees and hearing daddy say, 'Wow, that's a whopper of a tree.'

'Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.'

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

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