Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.

As a comforter, philosophy cannot compete with a good dinner.

My struggles with myself seldom reach aerobic level.

Paradise endangered: garden snakes and mice are appearing in the shadowy corners of Dutch Old Master paintings.

Cynicism has its own zealots.

The mind demands rules; the facts demand exceptions.

The eros of advertising is lurid but not specific.