They Who Prosper Take On Airs Of

Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.

Self-will In The Man Who Does Not Reckon Wisely Is By Itself The Weakest Of All Things.

This Is The Law: Blood Spilt Upon The Ground Cries Out For More.

When The Black And Mortal Blood Of Man Has Fallen To The Ground ... Who Then Can Sing Spells To Call It Back Again?

To Many Mortals Silence Great Gain Brings.