God's Mouth Knows Not How To Speak

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

What Good Is It To Live A Life That Brings Pains?

If You Pour Oil And Vinegar Into The Same Vessel, You Would Call Them Not Friends But Opponents.

For The Mighty, Even To Give Away Is Grace.

The Act Of Evil Breeds Others To Follow, Young Sins In Its Own Likeness.