The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave

For There Is No Defense For A Man Who, In The Excess Of His Wealth, Has Kicked The Great Altar Of Justice Out Of Sight.

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.

Don't Try To Make Intelligent Decisions When Your Brain Is Hyped

In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping Rain, Descend The Many Memories Of Pain.

He Who Learns Must Suffer. And Even In Our Sleep Pain That Cannot Forget Falls Drop By Drop Upon The Heart, And In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Comes Wisdom To Us By The Awful Grace Of God.