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

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.

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

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.

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