Rhythm is the basis of the art of living: This is to say that to live is to convert the give & take, ebb & flow, light & dark, life & death, good & bad, and right & wrong into the dance of life.

Rhythm is the longest word without any vowels.
Rhythm is the organizing function of the mind, as such, the body is to be developed by graceful rhythms of physical activity and the mind is to be developed by graceful rhythms of thought.
Rhythm is utilitarian in its origins. It is a more memorable form of speech, is audible over greater distances (due to it's tick-tock nature), and possesses a force which engenders an unconquerable urge to yield and join in and to compel (even the Gods).
Rhythm is assumed, since the most ancient times, to be endowed with a magical power, making the demons pliant and unfree so that they become man's instruments as one draws water or rows, or performs some other activity.
Rhythm is the textures of everyday life. It consist of repetition with modification, like a wave with the ever-present and necessary involvement of counter movements, overlays, and contextual factors such as the shore, the tides, and the weather.
I thought I finally found my grooveTurns out, it’s a rut.
Rhythm is, in painting, as necessary in a picture as pigment... it is as much a part of painting as of music.
Rhythm is not meter or cadence, even irregular meter or cadence... there is nothing rhythmic in a military march.