I Can Rest When I'm Dead.

Once You Decide To Gut A Fish, There's No Use Waiting Till It Rots.

Even A Queen Stubs Her Toe, But A Wise Woman Watches The Path.

You Could Weave Silk From Pig Bristles Before You Could Make A Man Anything But A Man.

A Man Must Know When To Retreat From A Woman, But A Wise Man Knows That Sometimes He Must Stand And Face Her.

As The Wheel Of Time Turns, Places Wear Many Names. Men Wear Many Names, Many Faces. Different Faces, But Always The Same Man. Yet No One Knows The Great Pattern The Wheel Weaves, Or Even The Pattern Of An Age. We Can Only Watch, And Study, And Hope.