He Hears But Half Who Hears One

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman, Such As Hath Tasted Man, Shall Not Escape Me; For I Have A Spirit Keen To Mark These Things.

Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser Than The Wise.

The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave A Town Once It Is Captured.

He Who Learns Must Suffer. And Even In Our Sleep Pain That Cannot Forget Falls Drop By Drop Upon The Heart, And In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Comes Wisdom To Us By The Awful Grace Of God.