A Fool Puts Her Hand Into A

A Gnarled Old Branch Dulls The Blade That Severs A Sapling.

Maybe There Would Be A Tinker City Someday, Too. They Would Buy Up All Of The Colored Dye, And Everyone Else In The World Would Ave To Wear Brown.' -mat

You Cannot Please Everyone. You Cannot Soothe Everyone.

Even A Queen Stubs Her Toe, But A Wise Woman Watches The Path.

She Understood His Eyes, Colder Than Winter's Heart. A Man Who Knew He Was Dead And Couldn't Make Himself Care; You Are Spared That. Mashiara. His Lost Love.