Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

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

Base Men Who Prosper Are Unenviable.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman, Such As Hath Tasted Man, Shall Not Escape Me; For I Have A Spirit Keen To Mark These Things.

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.