The Words Of Truth Are Simple.

Base Men Who Prosper Are Unenviable.

O Death The Healer, Scorn Thou Not, I Pray, To Come To Me: Of Cureless Ills Thou Art The One Physician. Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

It Is Through Suffering That Learning Comes.

Who, Except The Gods, Can Live Time Through Forever Without Any Pain?

The Field Of Doom Bears Death As Its Harvest.