For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

Success Is Man's God.

The Act Of Evil Breeds Others To Follow, Young Sins In Its Own Likeness.

For Hostile Word Let Hostile Word Be Paid.

And Though All Streams Flow From A Single Course To Cleanse The Blood From Polluted Hand, They Hasten On Their Course In Vain.