Know Not To Revere Human

The Reward Of Suffering Is Experience

Watchful Are The Gods Of All Hands With Slaughter Stained. The Black Furies Wait, And When A Man Has Grown By Luck, Not Justice, Great, With Sudden Overturn Of Chance They Wear Him To A Shade, And, Cast Down To Perdition, Who Shall Save Him?

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.

It Is Best For The Wise Man Not To Seem Wise.

The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave A Town Once It Is Captured.