Why does the past seem so magical, so fraught, so luminous? At the time it was just, ugh, another boring bloody day. But, to look back on, it's a day full of miracles and light and extraordinary events. Why is this? What process do we apply to the past, to give it this vividness? I don't know.

Perhaps the most striking assault on the foundations of traditional liberties is a little-known case brought to the Supreme Court by the Obama administration, Holder v. Humanitarian Law Project.

We are asleep. Our Life is a dream. But we wake up sometimes, just enough to know that we are dreaming.

Faith must be tested, because it can be turned into a personal possession only through conflict.

It is often said by religious people that without its framework, there is no sense of right or wrong. My view is that religion comes after ethics.

People know things and have a remarkable capacity to act in their individual immediate interests all the time.