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

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.

Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.

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

'When you kiss someone, your heart goes out to them, and when you're done kissing them your heart goes back in.'