History is the gift of a map already written by those who authored the map in the very walking of it.

History is wonder of the greatest sort.

Too often, we thoughtlessly relegate things to the ever-dimming periphery of our lives, eventually jostling them off the edges to some ill-defined oblivion because we assume that we are done with them. The problem is, they may not be done with us.

The next problem is often the last problem in redress.

How many stories are there that have been lived, but will never be told? Far too many for me to squander the one that I’m living.

The pen of history never runs out of ink and it’s fresh out of erasers. So…write carefully.

It seems altogether probable that we would live with far greater care if we realized that in living out our day we are in fact writing out our history.

The legacy I leave will be unimaginably enhanced by the legacies I received. Therefore, I must be wise enough to embrace the history of those who have gone before me so that I can shape the future of those who will go ahead of me.

The script of tomorrow is being written by the pen of today. And we would be wise to remember that the pen of today cannot erase anything written by the pen of yesterday.