The discomfort of loneliness shapes us in ways we don’t recognize—and we may not like what we become without it.

I was never a gangster, I never sold drugs, I never carried a gun... I worked every day since the age of fifteen. I knew my virtues couldn't save me.

Welcome mats bearing the legend “difficult” and “allusive” are the ones often placed by critics at the door of T. S. Eliot’s ...

In 1961, Italian artist Piero Manzoni took conceptual art to its most extreme conclusion. He literally canned his own excrement and sold it as artwork. Each of the 90 small tin cans was labeled ...