The Wise Man's Fear

On his first hand he wore rings of stone,

Iron, Amber, Wood and Bone.

There were rings unseen on his second hand,

One was blood in a flowing band,

One was air all whisper thin,

And the ring of ice had a flaw within.

Full faintly shone the ring of flame,

And the final ring was without name.

'''"It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers.

There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.

We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.