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The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman, Such As Hath Tasted Man, Shall Not Escape Me; For I Have A Spirit Keen To Mark These Things.

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The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman, Such As Hath Tasted Man, Shall Not Escape Me; For I Have A Spirit Keen To Mark These Things.

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Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

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From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.

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The Holy Heaven Yearns To Wound The Earth, And Yearning Layeth Hold On The Earth To Join In Wedlock; The Rain, Fallen From The Amorous Heaven, Impregnates The Earth, And It Bringeth Forth For Mankind The Food Of Flocks And Herds And Demeter's Gifts; And From That Moist Marriage-rite The Woods Put On Their Bloom.

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It Is A Profitable Thing, If One Is Wise, To Seem Foolish.

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.

Wrong Must Not Win By Technicalities.

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Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

He Hears But Half Who Hears One Party Only.

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Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man As Well As For Him Enslaved By Another's Might.

Only One Accomplishment Is Beyond Both The Power And The Mercy Of The Gods. They Cannot Make The Past As Though It Had Never Been.

If You Are Not Envied, You Are Not Enviable.

It Is Not The Oath That Makes Us Believe The Man, But The Man The Oath.

Keeping Promises

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Oaths Are Not The Credit Of Men But Men Of Oaths.

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For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.

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