Conflict is the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. It instigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplike passivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.
The question concerning technology is the question concerning the constellation in which revealing and concealing, in which the coming to presence of truth, comes to pass.
Poetry is the language of the soul, spoken in the rhythm of the heart.
He had a way of looking at her that made her feel like the only person in the room.