And thus I was to be found, in the first week of June, standing on the banks of the Shenandoah again, in Harpers Ferry, West Virginia, blinking at a grey sky and trying to pretend that with all my heart this was where I wanted to be.

You are not defeated when you lose. You are defeated when you quit.

È terribile pensare che siamo tutti uomini, tutti destinati, chi più chi meno, a portare il nostro fardello sotto un cielo sconosciuto, e che non vogliamo fare il minimo sforzo per capirci a vicenda.

If you point out the moon to a cat, she probably won’t look at the sky; she’ll come up and sniff your finger.

Written By Steve Hagen

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