The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty

Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.

The Man Who Does Ill, Ill Must Suffer Too.

Human Prosperity Never Rests But Always Craves More, Till Blown Up With Pride It Totters And Falls. From The Opulent Mansions Pointed At By All Passers-by None Warns It Away, None Cries, 'let No More Riches Enter!'.

Simple Is The Speech Of Truth.