The Misfortunes Of Mankind Are Of Varied

It Is The Nature Of Mortals To Kick A Fallen Man.

Whoever Is Just Willingly And Without Compulsion Will Not Lack Happiness; He Will Never Be Utterly Destroyed.

There Are Times When Fear Is Good. It Must Keep Its Watchful Place At The Heart's Controls.

Watchful Are The Gods Of All Hands With Slaughter Stained. The Black Furies Wait, And When A Man Has Grown By Luck, Not Justice, Great, With Sudden Overturn Of Chance They Wear Him To A Shade, And, Cast Down To Perdition, Who Shall Save Him?

A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever He Wants Utterly To Confound A House.