“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.

“No it's not. It's a big hot!” At 2 years old. After being warned that the car seat was a little hot.

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

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.