Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

It Is An Ill Thing To Be The First To Bring News Of Ill.

The Truth Has To Be Melted Out Of Our Stubborn Lives By Suffering. Nothing Speaks The Truth, Nothing Tells Us How Things Really Are, Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain. And This Is How The Gods Declare Their Love.

Wrong Must Not Win By Technicalities.

Whoever Is Just Willingly And Without Compulsion Will Not Lack Happiness; He Will Never Be Utterly Destroyed.

They Who Prosper Take On Airs Of Vanity.