Take a cat, nourish it well with milk And tender meat, make it a couch of silk, But let it see a mouse along the wall And it abandones milk and meat and all. – Chaucer
Since nothing we intend is ever faultless, and nothing we attempt ever without error, and nothing we achieve without some measure of finitude and fallibility we call humanness, we are saved by forgiveness. – David Augsburger
