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

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

“If we call these foothills, can we call the little trees 'foot trees?''' (While driving in the foothills.)

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.

Family life is too intimate to be preserved by the spirit of justice. It can be sustained by a spirit of love which goes beyond justice.