Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

Human Prosperity Never Rests But Always Craves More, Till Blown Up With Pride It Totters And Falls. From The Opulent Mansions Pointed At By All Passers-by None Warns It Away, None Cries, 'let No More Riches Enter!'.

The Best By Far Is To Marry In One's Own Rank.

The Reward Of Pain Is Experience.

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.

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