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.
John Keats (1795-1821)
“No it's not. It's a big hot!” At 2 years old. After being warned that the car seat was a little hot.
Patrick McClelland (2001- )
“This is our house. And this is America Online.” (While pointing at a map of the North American continent.)
Emily McClelland (1998- )
“I like lights on buildings, because without them you wouldn't be able to see all the beauty in the world.” (About the lights on the football field at the local highschool.)
Emily McClelland (1998- )
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.
– Joseph Addison (1672-1719) British Essayist, Poet, Statesman
