In curved Einsteinian space we are at all times, technically, looking at the back of our own head.

Something of the previous state, however, survives every change. This is called in the language of cybernetics (which took it form the language of machines) feedback, the advantages of learning from experience and of having developed reflexes.

We will always return to the private and inviolable act of reading as our culture's way of developing an individual.

Theres nothing like being a soldier for confidence or learning your limits or enduring utter humiliation.

Imagination is like the drunk man who lost his watch and must get drunk again to find it.

The birds suffer their suffering each in a lifetime, forgetting it as they go.

Sometimes when reading Goethe I have the paralyzing suspicion that he is trying to be funny.