Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.

The irrational may be attractive in the abstract, but not in cab drives, dinner guests, or elderly relatives.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

Self-esteem is not based on itself.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

A theology whose god is a metaphor is wasting its time.

Your need to talk does not create in me a need to listen.