The field of doom bears death as its harvest.
The reward of suffering is experience
It is always the season for the old to learn.
On him who wields power gently, the god looks favorably from afar.
Success! to thee, as to a God, men bend the knee.
Justice shines in very smoky homes, and honors the righteous; but the gold-spangled mansions where the hands are unclean she leaves with eyes averted.