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

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

'Daddy, how many whoppers are there in those tall trees?' After waking up in the car while driving through Calaveras Big Trees and hearing daddy say, 'Wow, that's a whopper of a tree.'

'When you kiss someone, your heart goes out to them, and when you're done kissing them your heart goes back in.'

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