Family life is too intimate to be preserved by the spirit of justice. It can be sustained by a spirit of love which goes beyond justice.

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.

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

“If all the people in the world were nice could we just get rid of the word mean?”

'When you kiss someone, your heart goes out to them, and when you're done kissing them your heart goes back in.'