Young women especially have something invested in being nice people, and it's only when you have children that you realize you're not a nice person at all, but generally a selfish bully.

There must be some deep psychological reason why we turn so instinctively toward home at this special time. . . . A place where every day will be Christmas, with everybody there together. At home.

Man is the only creature whose emotions are entangled with his memory.

Prayer, to the thinking person, is almost inescapable.

Let me remember that each life must follow its own course, and that what happens to other people has absolutely nothing to do with what happens to me.

Death is the perfect knowing.

What feeling in all the world is so nice as that of a child's hand in yours? It is soft. It is small and warm. It is as innocent and guileless as a rabbit or a puppy or a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.