The wheel weaves as the wheel wills

Waiting turns men into bears in a barn, and women into cats in a sack.

Victory settles a lot of arguments in most men's heads.

Even fools say something worthwhile now and again. Even a blind pig finds an acorn sometimes.

I grew up around strong women; weak men were pickled and salted. The women wouldn't waste time raising a weak boy.

Facing them (men) with knives and spears was much easier than loving them, much easier.

The leaf lives its appointed time, and does not struggle against the wind that carries it away. The leaf does no harm, and finally falls to nourish new leaves. So it should be with all men and women.