This old picture was in the first book I bought as a kid.

Verse in a Navajo Song

Beauty is before me and Beauty is behind me.
Above me and below me hovers the beautiful.
I am surrounded by it, I am immersed in it.
In my youth I am aware of it, and, in old age,
I shall walk quietly the beautiful trail.
In beauty, it is begun,
In beauty, it is ended.

We're Only Human...: The Neurons of Recovery

We're Only Human...: The Neurons of Recovery

Many kinds of Indians

Mohawk

Navaho

Truth