May Your Trails Be Crooked, Winding, Lonesome,

An Empty Man Is Full Of Himself.

Might Does Not Make Right But It Sure Makes What Is.

In The End, For All Our Differences And Conflicts, Most Women And Men Share The Same Food, Work, Shelter, Bed, Life, Joy, Anguish, And Fate. We Need Each Other.

For This World That Men Have Made, None Of Us Is Bad Enough. For The World That Made Us, None Is Good Enough.

Each Thing In Its Way, When True To Its Own Character, Is Equally Beautiful. (p 41)