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.

'Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.'

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

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

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.