Words Empty As The Wind Are Best

Singing Is The Lowest Form Of Communication.

It's Man's To Fight, But Heaven's To Give Success.

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.

Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods Give Ear.

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.