All Men Owe Honor To The Poets

Life And Death Are Balanced As It Were On The Edge Of A Razor

Have Patience, Heart.

Generations Of Men Are Like The Leaves. In Winter, Winds Blow Them Down To Earth, But Then, When Spring Season Comes Again, The Budding Wood Grows More. And So With Men: One Generation Grows, Another Dies Away.

Clanless, Lawless, Homeless Is He Who Is In Love With Civil War, That Brutal Ferocious Thing.

Youth Is Quick In Feeling But Weak In Judgement.