There's No Art Where There's No Fee.

There's No Art Where There's No Fee.

First Listen, My Friend, And Then You May Shriek And Bluster.

A Slave Is But Half A Man.

Your Lost Friends Are Not Dead, But Gone Before, Advanced A Stage Or Two Upon That Road Which You Must Travel In The Steps They Trod.

Men Of Sense Often Learn From Their Enemies. It Is From Their Foes, Not Their Friends, That Cities Learn The Lesson Of Building High Walls And Ships Of War.