When you have snowflakes in the clouds in the sky and you have mountains, you get snow. That's how it works.

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.'

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

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