A People's Wrath Voiced Abroad Bringeth Grave

The Truth Has To Be Melted Out Of Our Stubborn Lives By Suffering. Nothing Speaks The Truth, Nothing Tells Us How Things Really Are, Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain. And This Is How The Gods Declare Their Love.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.

You Shall Learn, Though Late, The Lesson Of How To Be Discreet.

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.

There Is No Sickness Worse For Me Than Words That To Be Kind Must Lie.