As Our Self-interests Differ, So Do Our

This Dark Brightness That Falls From The Stars.

Your Arm Is Unvanquished, But Not Invincible.

Self-love Is The Source Of All Our Other Loves.

He Should Be Envied Who When His Strength Is Spent Lays Down His Life. Old Age Reserves A Melancholy Fate For Noble Souls Before Their Life Is Done.

A Liar Is Always Lavish Of Oaths.