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The Appearance Of Strength Is All About You. It Would Seem To Last Forever. However... The Rotten Tree-trunk, Until The Very Moment When The Storm-blast Breaks It In Two, Has All The Appearance Of Might It Ever Had. The Storm-blast Whistles Through The Branches Of The Empire Even Now. Listen... And You Will Hear The Creaking.

The Whole Business Is The Crudest Sort Of Stratagem, Since We Have No Way Of Foreseeing It To The End. It Is A Mere Paying Out Of Rope On The Chance That Somewhere Along The Length Of It Will Be A Noose.

Life Is A Journey, But Don't Worry, You'll Find A Parking Spot At The End.

If You Have Talent, You Will Receive Some Measure Of Success - But Only If You Persist.

Courtiers Don't Take Wagers Against The King's Skill. There Is The Deadly Danger Of Winning.