'A duck!... A baby duck.' (Squealing about a birthday card on her third birthday on Puerta Vallarta, Mexico.

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.

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

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

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