No poems can please long or live that are written by water drinkers.
The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.
It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. Live bravely and present a brave front to adversity
One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.
Anger is a short madness.
Punishment closely follows guilt as its companion.