Balance is what distinguishs a people from a mob.
Fear is the penalty of consciousness forced to stare at itself.
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.
One learns from books and example only that certain things can be done. Actual learning requires that you do those things.
When you think you know something: that is a most perfect barrier against learning.
The day hums sweetly when you have enough bees working for you.