What Are Ye Orbs? The Words Of

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.

Nature Means Necessity.

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.

It Is Much Less What We Do Than What We Think, Which Fits Us For The Future.

He Who Has Most Of Heart Knows Most Of Sorrow.