'Dank Dank' (Reflecting his inability to accept compliments for several years.)

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.

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.

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

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