We Hold Each Other's Lives In Our

If Life Is A Loom, The Pattern You Weave Is Not So Easily Unraveled.

A Crown Is A Pitiless Master, Harsher Than The Staff Of A Pig-keeper; While A Staff Bears Up, A Crown Weighs Down, Beyond The Strength Of Any Man To Wear It Lightly.

At The End Of Knowledge, Wisdom Begins, And At The End Of Wisdom, There Is Not Grief...but Hope

We Don't Need To Have Just One Favorite. We Keep Adding Favorites. Our Favorite Book Is Always The Book That Speaks Most Directly To Us At A Particular Stage In Our Lives. And Our Lives Change. We Have Other Favorites That Give Us What We Most Need At That Particular Time. But We Never Lose The Old Favorites. They're Always With Us. We Just Sort Of Accumulate Them.

If I Do Find Pride, I'll Not Find It In What I Was Or What I Am, But What I May Become. Not In My Birth, But In Myself.