The Only Man Completely At Peace Is

As The Wheel Of Time Turns, Places Wear Many Names. Men Wear Many Names, Many Faces. Different Faces, But Always The Same Man. Yet No One Knows The Great Pattern The Wheel Weaves, Or Even The Pattern Of An Age. We Can Only Watch, And Study, And Hope.

A Fool Puts Her Hand Into A Hollow Tree Without Finding Out What's Inside First.

Storms Rumble Beyond The Horizon, And The Fires Of Heaven Purge The Earth. There Is No Salvation Without Destruction, No Hope This Side Of Death.

Clutch The Bramble And You Will Be Pricked.

No Man Should Have Another Man's Voice In His Head.