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

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

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.

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

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