We choose our thoughts. We choose our perceptions. We choose our attitudes - Louise Penny

One of the elders told him that when he was a boy his grandfather came to him one day and said he had two wolves fighting inside him. One was gray, the other black. The gray one wanted his grandfather to be courageous, and patient, and kind. The other, the black one, wanted his grandfather to be fearful and cruel. This upset the boy, and he thought about it for a few days then returned to his grandfather. He asked, 'Grandfather, which of the wolves will win?'

The abbot smiled slightly and examined the Chief Inspector. 'Do you know what his grandfather said?'

Gamache shook his head. . . .

'The one I feed,' said Dom Philippe.

"I respect people who have such passion. Emile was saying. "I don't. I have a lot of interests, some I'm passionate about, but not to the exclusion of everything else. I sometimes wonder if that's necessary for geniuses to accomplish what they must, a singularity of purpose. We mere mortals just get in the way. Relationships are messy, distracting.

He travels the fastest who travels alone, quoted Gamache.

You sound as though you don't believe it.

It depends where you're going, but no, I don't. I think you might go far fast, but eventually you'll stall. We need other people.

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We all need help.

..the four sentences that lead to wisdom. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I need help. I don't know.