What people believe is a measure of what they suffer.

I love being a writer. What I can't stand is the paperwork.

Sex in marriage is like medicine. Three times a day for the first week. Then once a day for another week. Then once every three or four days till the condition clears up.

When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.

Love's blindness consists oftener in seeing what is not there than in seeing what is.

I can still hear my mother wailing over some new kitchen crisis, "Oh God," and my father answering cozily from the silo, "Were you calling me, dear?

Time heals nothing — which should make us the better able to minister.