Bottle, Whose Mysterious Deep Do's Ten Thousand

Between Two Stools One Sits On The Ground.

Science Sans Conscience N' Est Que Le Ruine De L'âme. Knowledge Without Conscience Is But The Ruine Of The Soule.

When My Soul Leaves This Human Dwelling, I Will Not Consider Myself To Have Completely Died, But To Pass From One State To Another, Given That, In You And By You, I Remain In My Visible Image In This World.

It Is The Custom On Africa To Always Produce New And Monstrous Things. [fr., Afrique Est Coustumiere Toujours Choses Produire Nouvelles Et Monstrueuses.]

Don't Limp In Front Of The Lame.