Nobody has ever before asked the nuclear family to live all by itself in a box the way we do. With no relatives, no support, we've put us in an impossible situation.

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.

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.

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

“This is our house. And this is America Online.” (While pointing at a map of the North American continent.)