Being able to be with small children teaches us how to deal with adults who act like babies.
You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.
...rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor -- such is my idea of happiness. And then, on the top of all that, you for a mate, and children perhaps -- what more can the heart of man desire?
A person needs to be needed and if you don't need me, you could lie.
Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.
This rabble you're talking about...they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. Is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath? My father didn't think so. People were human-beings to him. But to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they're cattle. In my book he died a much richer man than you'll ever be.