Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.

Only One Accomplishment Is Beyond Both The Power And The Mercy Of The Gods. They Cannot Make The Past As Though It Had Never Been.

The Act Of Evil Breeds Others To Follow, Young Sins In Its Own Likeness.

This Is The Law: Blood Spilt Upon The Ground Cries Out For More.

The Field Of Doom Bears Death As Its Harvest.

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.