Ares Ever Loves To Pluck All The

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

Bonds And The Pangs Of Hunger Are Excellent Prophet Doctors For The Wits.

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.

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.

In The Lack Of Judgment Great Harm Arises, But One Vote Cast Can Set Right A House.