It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others. – Joseph Addison
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. – Joseph Addison

