With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others'

When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed And Broken In The Fire, But Not His Will.

Human Prosperity Never Rests But Always Craves More, Till Blown Up With Pride It Totters And Falls. From The Opulent Mansions Pointed At By All Passers-by None Warns It Away, None Cries, 'let No More Riches Enter!'.

It Is Always The Season For The Old To Learn.

From Him [death] Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

There Is No Disgrace In An Enemy Suffering Ill At An Enemy's Hand, When You Hate Mutually.