I'm In A Place Where I Don't

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

True Friends Appear Less Moved Than Counterfeit.

It Was Built Against The Will Of The Immortal Gods, And So It Did Not Last For Long.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

Evil Deeds Do Not Prosper; The Slow Man Catches Up With The Swift.