Many Among Men Are They Who Set

God's Mouth Knows Not How To Speak Falsehood, But He Brings To Pass Every Word.

Truly Upon Mortals Cometh Swift Of Foot Their Evil And His Offence Upon Him That Trespasseth Against Right.

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

Better To Die On Your Feet Than Live On Your Knees.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.