To multiply your joy, count your blessings.

I have always been a grumbler. I am designed for the part - sagging face, weighty underlip, rumbling, resonant voice. Money couldn't buy a better grumbling outfit.

To make the most of Christmas, focus on Christ.

The people who pretend that dying is rather like strolling into the next room always leave me unconvinced. Death, like birth, must be a tremendous event.

Much of writing might be described as mental pregnancy with successive difficult deliveries.

The real lost souls don't wear their hair long and play guitars. They have crew cuts and trained minds, sign on for research in biological warfare, and don't give their parents a moment's worry.

If we openly declare what is wrong with us, what is our deepest need, then perhaps the death and despair will by degrees disappear.