'He is very ugly,' said his mother.

I've always enjoyed poor health

In sleep, you are safe from the revolting mechanics of living and being a prey to outrageous fortune.

I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.

The stalwart soul has the will to live and is eager for the race.

I have been constantly betrayed and deceived all my life.

'He is very ugly,' said his mother.