The Man Who Does Ill, Ill Must

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

The Truth Has To Be Melted Out Of Our Stubborn Lives By Suffering. Nothing Speaks The Truth, Nothing Tells Us How Things Really Are, Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain. And This Is How The Gods Declare Their Love.

Simple Is The Speech Of Truth.

"reverence For Parents" Stands Written Among The Three Laws Of Most Revered Righteousness.

Whoever Is New To Power Is Always Harsh.