Mastery is a journey, and that the master must have the courage to risk failure.

Running, close companion to death, summons us to the most vivid acts of life. Our ancestors (we have forgotten) ran for food and for love, love and lust. For us, a prime symbol of sexuality is the automobile. For the ancients it was the chase, the foot race. Satyr and nymph, maiden and god, hot pursuit. The mythic hunters, Diana and Atalanta, available only to the males, men or gods, who could outrun them; death to all others.

At the root of all power and motion, at the burning center of existence itself, there is music and rhythm.

The real juice of life, whether it be sweet or bitter, is to be found not nearly so much in the products of our efforts as in the process of living itself, in how it feels to be alive.

The essence of boredom is to be found in the obsessive search for novelty.

Perhaps the safest prediction we can make about the future is that it will surprise us.

Mastery is the art of setting your foot on the path.