An Honor Is Not Diminished For Being

His Outflung Hands Traced Over The Threads Of His Rug, Passed Loop By Loop Through Some Patient Woman's Hands. Or Maybe She Hadn't Been Patient. Maybe She'd Been Tired, Or Irritated, Or Distracted, Or Hungry, Or Angry. Maybe She Had Been Dying. But Her Hands Had Kept Moving, All The Same.

If You Ever Have To Make A Choice Between Learning And Inspiration, Choose Learning. It Works Most Of The Time.

The Gods Give No Gifts Without Hooks Embedded.

One Learns Better Than To Hand One's Choices To Fear. With Age, With Every Wound And Scar, One Learns.

The World Is Made By The People Who Show Up For The Job.