The Reward Of Pain Is Experience.

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

For Hades Is Mighty In Calling Men To Account Below The Earth, And With A Mind That Records In Tablets He Surveys All Things.

It Is Always The Season For The Old To Learn.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.

If A Man Should Wanton Walk With Crime ... He Shall Find In Death No Great Deliverance.