To Strip A Man Of All Loyalties

For Support, I Fall Back On My Heart. Has A Man Any Fault A Woman Cannot Weave With And Try To Change Into Something Better, If The God Her Man Prays To Is A Mother Holding A Baby?

Surely No One Can Be Sure He Has Visited Cienega; People Say To Themselves, Do They Not: 'was It A Vision; Or Have I, Some Time Or Other, Seen Dusk In A Valley Like This?'

I Am No Theologian. I Am A Layman. I Am Among Those Who Are Preached To, And Who Listen. It Is Not For Me To Preach. I Should Not Willingly Forego Being A Listener, A Man Who Reads The Gospels And Then Listens To What Others Say That Our Lord Meant. But Sometimes A Listener Speaks Out, And Listens To His Own Voice.

A Gang Is The Same As A Wolf Pack; Gang Members Do Not Use Their Energies In Friendship With One Another, For They Do Not Know What Friendship Is. If They Are United, It Is By The Common Bond Of A Desire To Attack Their World.

Free People Make The Only Milieu Possible In Society For The Full Gift Of One's Self To Church, State, And Family. Free People Enjoy And Sustain And Feel With One Another Because They Live For One Another. The Paths Of Life Are Intermingled Lives.