If Life Is A Loom,

He [the Cat] Liked To Peep Into The Refrigerator And Risk Having His Head Shut In By The Closing Door. He Also Climbed To The Top Of The Stove, Discontinuing The Practice After He Singed His Tail.

Long Ago I Yearned To Be A Hero Without Knowing, In Truth, What A Hero Was. Now, Perhaps, I Understand It A Little Better. A Grower Of Turnips Or A Shaper Of Clay, A Commot Farmer Or A King--every Man Is A Hero If He Strives More For Others Than For Himself Alone. Once You Told Me That The Seeking Counts More Than The Finding. So, Too, Must The Striving Count More Than The Gain.

It Is Harsh Enough For Each Man To Bear His Own Wound. But He Who Leads Bears The Wounds Of All Who Follow Him.

By All Means," Cried The Bard, His Eyes Lighting Up. "a Fflam To The Rescue! Storm The Castle! Carry It By Assault! Batter Down The Gates!" "there's Not Much Of It Left To Storm," Said Eilonwy. "oh?" Said Fflewddur, With Disappointment. "very Well, We Shall Do The Best We Can.

Indeed, The More We Find To Love, The More We Add To The Measure Of Our Hearts.