“He who has reached the highest degree of emptiness will be secure in repose. ” —A Taoist saying
“There is no more poetry left in me. I dropped it somewhere in those dusty, musty newspaper offices when I went home after midnight.”
Priests are fielding more requests than ever for help with demonic possession, and a centuries-old practice is finding new footing in the modern world.
A poem by May Sarton, published in The Atlantic in 1942
What the Live Nation case says about the fate of monopolies now
Consumers are so afraid of getting colors wrong, they don’t use them at all.
This is the fourth in a series of motoring subjects in these pages from DENNIS MAY, well-known authority on British automobiles.