Everything Flows And Nothing Stays.

Evil Deeds Do Not Prosper; The Slow Man Catches Up With The Swift.

I'll Get Out Of This City Alive, Even If It Kills Me!

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am A Soldier; I Have Seen Worse Sights Than This.