Obedience Is The Mother Of Success And

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 Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.

A Great Ox Stands On My Tongue.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

Hungry Wailing Standeth Not Aloof.