“If we call these foothills, can we call the little trees 'foot trees?''' (While driving in the foothills.)

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.

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

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

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