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.

'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)

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

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

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