When religion and politics ride in the same cart, the whirlwind follows.

Every civilization depends upon the quality of the individuals it produces.

One uses power by grasping it lightly. To grasp too strongly is to be taken over by power, and thus to become its victim.

Making workable choices occurs in a crucible of informative mistakes. Thus Intelligence accepts fallibility. And when absolute (infallible) choices are not known, Intelligence takes chances with limited data in an arena where mistakes are not only possible but also necessary.

We faced it and did not resist. The storm passed through us and around us. It's gone, but we remain.

There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.

Ideas are a dime a dozen. It's execution that counts.