When Strength Is Yoked With Justice, Where

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.

The Future You Shall Know When It Has Come; Before Then, Forget It.

For There Is No Defense For A Man Who, In The Excess Of His Wealth, Has Kicked The Great Altar Of Justice Out Of Sight.

If A Man Suffers Ill, Let It Be Without Shame; For This Is The Only Profit When We Are Dead. You Will Never Say A Good Word About Deeds That Are Evil And Disgraceful.