Justice Inclines Her Scales So That Wisdom

The Evils Of Mortals Are Manifold; Nowhere Is Trouble Of The Same Wing Seen.

Old Men Are Children Once Again A Dream That Sways And Wavers Into The Hard Light Of Day.

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

Search Well And Be Wise, Nor Believe That Self-willed Pride Will Ever Be Better Than Good Counsel.

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.