The Man Who Does Ill, Ill Must

There Is A Time When Fear Is Good And Ought To Remain Seated As A Guardian Of The Heart.

It Is Not The Oath That Makes Us Believe The Man, But The Man The Oath.

Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

Wisdom Comes Through Suffering. Trouble, With Its Memories Of Pain, Drips In Our Hearts As We Try To Sleep, So Men Against Their Will Learn To Practice Moderation. Favours Come To Us From Gods.