Leave No Stone Untamed.

The Day Is For Honest Men, The Night For Thieves.

When Love Is In Excess, It Brings A Man No Honor, No Worthiness.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Authority Is Never Without Hate.

Who Knoweth If To Die Be But To Live, And That Called Life By Mortals Be But Death?