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

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

Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.

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

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.