Blood, Though It Sleep A

Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

Words Writ In Waters.

Promise Is Most Given When The Least Is Said.

Man Is A Torch Borne In The Wind; A Dream But Of A Shadow, Summed With All His Substance.

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.