For The Impious Act Begets More After

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.

The Wisest Of The Wise May Err.

Every Ruler Is Harsh Whose Laws Is New.

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain

Beyond Age, Leaf Withered, Man Goes Three Footed No Stronger Than A Child Is, A Dream That Falters In Daylight.