To have the kind of year you want to have something has to happen that you can't explain why it happened. Something has to happen that you can't coach.

I intend to keep writing Christmas songs. There's still a lot more about Christmas that can be captured and feel like old-time Christmas. A lot of the traditions haven't been explained in song.

A little less complaint and whining and a little more dogged work and manly striving would do us more credit than a thousand civil rights bills.

To make democracy work we must be a notion of participants not simply observers. One who does not vote has no right to complain.

Take off your bedroom slippers. Put on your marching shoes ' he said his voice rising as applause and cheers mounted. 'Shake it off. Stop complainin'. Stop grumblin'. Stop cryin'. We are going to press on. We have work to do.

Read the Bible. Work hard and honestly. And don't complain.

'Stress' was the catch-all every pamper-pedlar I spoke to used to explain why healthy women feel the need to be regularly patted petted and preened into a state of babyish beatification.

A lesser complaint: hair extensions. There are moments on 'All My Children' when half the women actors young and old seem to be afflicted by android Barbie creep. All those thick swatches of lifeless strands clustering lankly round ladies' necks! Like orange tanning spray this is a fashion fad that should be put out of its misery.

I noticed in the past a lot of guys who like strong women they really freak out if you're not strong 24/7. Or they complain about you being strong then the moment you're not strong they're like 'Oh no no no.'

Women complain about PMS but I think of it as the only time of the month when I can be myself.