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

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

'Daddy, how many whoppers are there in those tall trees?' After waking up in the car while driving through Calaveras Big Trees and hearing daddy say, 'Wow, that's a whopper of a tree.'

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.

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