Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is

Old Men Are Always Young Enough To Learn With Profit.

The Man Whose Authority Is Recent Is Always Stern.

It Is Always The Season For The Old To Learn.

Watchful Are The Gods Of All Hands With Slaughter Stained. The Black Furies Wait, And When A Man Has Grown By Luck, Not Justice, Great, With Sudden Overturn Of Chance They Wear Him To A Shade, And, Cast Down To Perdition, Who Shall Save Him?

It Is A Profitable Thing, If One Is Wise, To Seem Foolish.