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

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

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

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.

“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.''