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

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.

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

As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.

“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.''