I War Not With The Dead.

And Woe Succeeds Woe.

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.

The Best Things Beyond Their Measure Cloy.

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.