'A duck!... A baby duck.' (Squealing about a birthday card on her third birthday on Puerta Vallarta, Mexico.

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

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

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.

“This is our house. And this is America Online.” (While pointing at a map of the North American continent.)