A bleating lamb in a great city is in greater danger than in the darkest wood.
There be three birds.
One lives only in the highest altitudes.
This bird is Truth.
One lives on the plain.
This bird is Expediency.
One lives in the mire.
This bird is Subserviency.
He who writes with a feather plucked from the wing of the first bird will not be listened to for ages to come.