Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

The Cure Is In The House, Not Brought By Other Hands From Distant Places, But By Its Own, In Agony And Blood.

Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is Kind.

His Resolve Is Not To Seem The Bravest, But To Be.

The Air Is Zeus, Zeus Earth, And Zeus The Heaven, Zeus All That Is, And What Transcends Them All.

Pleasantest Of All Ties Is The Tie Of Host And Guest.