I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.

The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.

You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.

The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky.

Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.

If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.