There Is A Limit To The Best

Few Men Have The Natural Strength To Honor A Friend's Success Without Envy.

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.

In War, Truth Is The First Casualty.

If You Will Take Me As Your Teacher, You Will Not Kick Against The Pricks.