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.)

'Daddy, there's Victor, only he has more white hairs now.' (about our neighbor 3 doors down who is a regular reader of McClelland Family.com)

When you have snowflakes in the clouds in the sky and you have mountains, you get snow. That's how it works.

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