Most of our diversions do not so much delay death as accustom us to it.

Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others. Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of tang, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb out on will still be there later for you to climb back.

The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.

It's hard to feel middle-aged, because how can you tell how long you are going to live?

Cash is the one gift everyone despises and no one turns down.

Every day of our lives we are on the verge of making those slight changes that would make all the difference.

I've been hiding from God, and I'm appalled to find how easy it is.