You Shall Learn, Though Late, The Lesson

It Is In The Character Of Very Few Men To Honor Without Envy A Friend Who Has Prospered.

Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.

We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As Things Go Well.

Only One Accomplishment Is Beyond Both The Power And The Mercy Of The Gods. They Cannot Make The Past As Though It Had Never Been.

When The Black And Mortal Blood Of Man Has Fallen To The Ground ... Who Then Can Sing Spells To Call It Back Again?