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

'Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.'

'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.)