In War, Truth Is The First Casualty.

Nor Does Night Conceal Men's Deeds Of Ill, But Whatsoe'er Thou Dost, Think That Some God Beholds It.

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.

God Planteth In Mortal Men The Cause Of Sin Whensoever He Wills Utterly To Destroy A House.

Unjustly Men Hate Death, Which Is The Greatest Defence Against Their Many Ills.

For A Deadly Blow Let Him Pay With A Deadly Blow: It Is For Him Who Has Done A Deed To Suffer.