Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surrounds us or we light a candle to see by.

I love my mother, not as a prisoner of atherosclerosis, but as a person; and I must love her enough to accept her as she is, now, for as long as this dwindling may take.

There is little character or loveliness in the face of someone who has shunned risk, avoided suffering and rejected life

No matter how true I believe what I am writing to be, if the reader cannot also participate in that truth, then I have failed.

Anything that's natural can't be sinful-it may be inconvenient, but it's not sinful.

We human beings grow through our failures, not our virtues.

What can we give a child when there is nothing left?