If I Am All Mankind, Are They

What Has No Shadow Has No Strength To Live.

They Used To Pour Millet On Graves Or Poppy Seeds To Feed The Dead Who Would Come Disguised As Birds. I Put This Book Here For You, Who Once Lived So That You Should Visit Us No More.

The Living Owe It To Those Who No Longer Can Speak To Tell Their Story For Them.

Irony Is The Glory Of Slaves.

The Death Of A Man Is Like The Fall Of A Mighty Nation That Had Valiant Armies, Captains, And Prophets, And Wealthy Ports And Ships All Over The Seas.