Search Well And Be Wise, Nor Believe

A Man Dies Not For The Many Wounds That Pierce His Breast, Unless It Be That Life's End Keep Pace With Death, Nor By Sitting On His Hearth At Home Doth He The More Escape His Appointed Doom.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

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.

Whoever Is New To Power Is Always Harsh.