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.

“If all the people in the world were nice could we just get rid of the word mean?”

'Dank Dank' (Reflecting his inability to accept compliments for several years.)

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

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