Perhaps you have noticed that even in the slightest breeze you can hear the voice of the cottonwood tree; this we understand is its prayer to the Great Spirit, for not only men, but all things and all beings pray to Him continually in different ways.

As the bee collects nectar and departs without injuring the flower, or its colour or scent, so let a sage dwell in his village.

All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.

A person is people.

Home affairs are not talked about on the public square.

Starting is half the task.