Craftsmanship is that without which inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.

Craftsmanship is skill without imagination, giving us such things as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill, on the other hand, gives us modern art.

Habit is the invisible architecture of daily life.

Habit is that into which uncertainty disappears.

Habit is the second nature which destroys the first.

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

Hope is one of those things that does not heal but it does allow us to suffer a little longer.

Hope is a song in a weary throat.

Hope is found in contradiction.

Hope is not a great investment strategy.

Memory is the scribe of the soul.

Memory is the treacherous ally of invention.

Memory is the purveyor of reason.

Memory is the friend of wit,