'The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.'

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.

'A duck!... A baby duck.' (Squealing about a birthday card on her third birthday on Puerta Vallarta, Mexico.

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

As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.