Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water

Words Are The Physicians Of A Mind Diseased.

It Is Not The Oath That Makes Us Believe The Man, But The Man The Oath.

Do Not Kick Against The Pricks.

The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm, And Fate Who Makes The Sword Does The Forging In Advance.

Justice Shines In Very Smoky Homes, And Honors The Righteous; But The Gold-spangled Mansions Where The Hands Are Unclean She Leaves With Eyes Averted.