Teaching Is The Highest Art;

The Injury That We Do To A Man Must Be Such That We Need Not Fear His Vengeance.

Well. There Was Noting To Be Done For It. Things Had Happened As They Did, Time's Arrow Had Yet To Be Reversed By Humans, Done Was Done. If A Man Spent His Life Looking Over His Shoulder At Every Possible Branching Of His Path He Could Have Taken, He Would Never Accomplish Anything. One Must Learn From History So As Not To Repeat It, But One Must Not Waste One's Energy Or Time Worrying About What Might Have Been. Sorry . . . But People Die Every Day And The Galaxy Continues On Quite Well Without Them. Consider Yourself Lucky You Are One Of Those As Yet Unselected By The Fates.

Teaching Is The Highest Art; Before The Doctor, There Was A Teacher.

What We're Focusing On Is The Images That Were In People's Minds Being Replaced By Fresh Images, To Make Way For The Rebirth Of New Orleans. We're Showing The Other Side.

He Had Regrets, Of Course, But Not So Many That He Would Lose Any Sleep Over Them. Life Surprised Him Now And Then And He Didn't Much Care For Surprises, Unless He Was Passing Them Out. But - What Was To Be Done? You Had To Deal With The Reality, He Had Learned That Over The Years, No Matter How Much You Didn't Like It