Justice Inclines Her Scales So That Wisdom

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

When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed And Broken In The Fire, But Not His Will.

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

Who, Except The Gods, Can Live Time Through Forever Without Any Pain?

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.