Life is like sailing. You can use any wind to go in any direction.

We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.

In the great artist you see daring bound by discipline and discipline stretched by daring.

There are couples a matchmaker would match every time - and couples who, for no rhyme or reason, rhyme.

One of the great logical puzzles is how a woman is always like her mother but never like her sister.

So I said to myself, "There but for the grace of God go I," only to realize I was looking in a mirror and had seriously overestimated the grace of God.

What if, instead of a parallel universe, there's a perpendicular universe? Discuss.