His Resolve Is Not To Seem The

The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty Wins Our Worship.

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.

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.

Courage! Suffering, When It Climbs Highest, Lasts Not Long.

The One Knowing What Is Profitable, And Not The Man Knowing Many Things, Is Wise.