Clanless, Lawless, Homeless Is He Who Is

I War Not With The Dead.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

There Is A Fullness Of All Things, Even Of Sleep And Love.

In Youth And Beauty, Wisdom Is But Rare!

Death Submits To No One.