The High Strength Of Men Knows No

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

Wisdom Comes Through Suffering. Trouble, With Its Memories Of Pain, Drips In Our Hearts As We Try To Sleep, So Men Against Their Will Learn To Practice Moderation. Favours Come To Us From Gods.

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.