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.

Art is the attention we pay to the wholeness of the world.

A work of art is a form that articulates forces, making them intelligible.

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

When Heraclitus said that everything passes steadily along, he was not inciting us to make the best of the moment, an idea unseemly to his placid mind, but to pay attention to the pace of things. Each has its own rhythm: the nap of a dog, the procession of the equinoxes, the dances of Lydia, the majestically slow beat of the drums at Dodona, the swift runners at Olympia.

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.