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Lowliness Is The Base Of Every Virtue, And He Who Goes The Lowest Builds The Safest.

Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A Scheme For Universal Evil.

Burn To Be Great, Pay Not Thy Praise To Lofty Things Alone. The Plains Are Everlasting As The Hills, The Bard Cannot Have Two Pursuits; Aught Else Comes On The Mind With The Like Shock As Though Two Worlds Had Gone To War, And Met In Air.

We Must Not Pluck Death From The Maker's Hand.

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.