Simple Is The Speech Of Truth.

From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.

When A Match Has Equal Partners Then I Fear Not.

The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.

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

Only One Accomplishment Is Beyond Both The Power And The Mercy Of The Gods. They Cannot Make The Past As Though It Had Never Been.