For Hostile Word Let Hostile Word Be

This Is The Law: Blood Spilt Upon The Ground Cries Out For More.

Justice Inclines Her Scales So That Wisdom Comes At The Price Of Suffering.

There Is A Limit To The Best Of Health, Disease Is Always A Near Neighbor.

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

The Evils Of Mortals Are Manifold; Nowhere Is Trouble Of The Same Wing Seen.