Will Cast The Spear And Leave The

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.

Nobody Gets Into Heaven Without A Glowstick.

The Hearts Of Great Men Can Be Changed.

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.

I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Complain.