Compromise is the price we all pay for being social creatures. Restriction of liberty is the price we pay for being civilized. How civilized do we care to be? It’s too late to back away from being social.

These echos of new ideas. I wander through the woods of my mind hunting them. I know if I do not spring my trap when they appear and show me opportunity, they will slip away. Sometimes I spot them again in the woods, but not always.

Praise people for any good deed they do. In a world starved for appreciation, kind words are the best currency.