All That Writers Can Do

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

What You May Seek And What You May Find Are Not Always One.

The Destinies Of Men Are Woven One With The Other, And You Can Turn Aside From Them No More Than You Can Turn Aside From Your Own.

Most Cats Do Not Approach Humans Recklessly. The Possibility Of Concealed Weapons, Clods Or Sticks, Tend To Make Them Reserved. Homeless Cats In Particular-with Some Justification, Unfortunately-consider Humans Their Natural Enemies. Much Ceremony Must Be Observed, And A Number Of Diplomatic Feelers Put Out, Before Establishing A State Of Truce.

I Saw Myself. . . In The Time I Watched, I Saw Strength And Frailty, Pride And Vanity, Courage And Fear. Of Wisdom, A Little. Of Folly Much. Of Intentions Many Good Ones; But Many More Left Undone. On This Alas, I Saw Myself A Man Like Any Other. But This Too I Saw . . . Alike As Men May Seem, Each Is Different As Flakes Of Snow, No Two The Same.you Told Me You Had No Need To Seek The Mirror, Knowing You Were Annlaw Clay-shaper. Now I Know Who I Am: Myself And None Other. I Am Taran.