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And Though All Streams Flow From A Single Course To Cleanse The Blood From Polluted Hand, They Hasten On Their Course In Vain.

Words Are The Parents Of A Causeless Wrath.

There's Only Few People Who Have Strength To Honor Someone's Achievement Without Envy.

Call No Man Happy Till He Is Dead.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.