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.

All I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother.

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

'The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.'

'Divorce is when mommy and daddy yell at each other then they spread apart. Then they put up a 'for sale' sign in front of the house and they spread farther and farther apart until they can't come back ever again and it's very sad.' (teaching her 4-year old brother)