A Man Trusts Another Man When He

There's A Theory That Snoring At Night In Sleep Is A Subconscious Defence Reflex-a Warning Sound That Frightened Potential Predators Away From The Mouth Of The Cave When Our Lower-paleolithic Ancestors Huddled In Vulnerable Sleep. That Group Of Nomads, Cameleers, Sheep And Goat Herders, Farmers, And Guerilla Fighters Lent Credibility To The Idea, For They Snored So Thunderously And With Such Persistent Ferocity Through The Long, Cold Night That They Would've Frightened A Pride Of Ravenous Lions Into Scattering Like Startled Mice.

A Man Is Truly A Man When He Wins The Love Of A Good Woman, Earns Her Respect, And Keeps Her Trust. Until You Can Do That, You're Not A Man.

A Man Trusts Another Man When He Sees Enough Of Himself In Him.

I Think The Future Is Like Anything Else That's Important. It Has To Be Earned. If We Don't Earn It, We Don't Have A Future At All. And If We Don't Earn It, We Don't Deserve It, We Have To Live In The Present, More Or Less Forever. Or Worse, We Have To Live In The Past. I Think That's Probably What Love Is - A Way Of Earning The Future.

The Tears, When They Come To Some Men, Are Worse Than Beatings. They're Wounded Worse By Sobbing, Men Like That, Than They Are By Boots And Batons. Tears Begin In The Heart, But Some Of Us Deny The Heart So Often, And For So Long, That When It Speaks We Hear Not One But A Hundred Sorrows In The Heartbreak. We Know That Crying Is A Good And Natural Thing. We Know That Crying Isn't A Weakness, But A Kind Of Strength. Still, The Weeping Rips Us Root By Tangled Root From The Earth, And We Crash Like Fallen Trees When We Cry.