One Man's Mistake Is Another Man's Opportunity.

That's What Does It-- That Moment Where You Think You're Lost, And Then Discover That You're Not, That You've Never Really Left. There's Something That Happens In That Incredible Tiny No-time, And That Something Is Like The Revelation Of Learning.

One Man's Mistake Is Another Man's Opportunity.

In Our Memories, There Is A Graveyard Where We Bury Our Dead. They All Lie There Together, The Loved Ones And The Ones We Hated, Friends And Foes And Kin, With No Distinction Among Them. We Have To Mourn Every One Of Them, Because Our Memories Have Made Them As Much A Part Of Us As Our Bones Or Our Skin. If We Don't, We've No Right To Remember Anything At All.

It's Just That No One Wants To Be The One Being Rescued, We All Want To Do The Rescuing.

The Struggle Is Always Worthwhile, If The End Be Worthwhile And The Means Honorable; Foreknowledge Of Defeat Is Not Sufficient Reason To Withdraw From The Contest.