The calendar has a magic that makes us imagine a memory can be resurrected and revived, but nothing returns.

Nothing records the effects of a sad life so graphically as the human body.

"Death by love is fairer by far than death by illness", said Amenhotep III.

As the tension eases, we must look in the direction of agriculture, industry and education as our final goals, and toward democracy under Mr Mubarak.

I reject any path which rejects life, but I can't help loving Sufism because it sounds so beautiful. It gives relief in the midst of battle.

An allegory is not meant to be taken literally. There is a great lack of comprehension on the part of some readers.

If life has no meaning, why don't we create a meaning for it?