But Every One Has A Besetting Sin

No Path Of Flowers Leads To Glory.

Our Condition Never Satisfies Us; The Present Is Always The Worst. Though Jupiter Should Grant His Request To Each, We Should Continue To Importune Him.

Imitators Are A Slavish Herd And Fools In My Opinion.

The Finest Victory Is To Conquer One's Own Heart.

The Fastidious Are Unfortunate: Nothing Can Satisfy Them. [lat., Les Delicats Sont Malheureux, Rien Ne Saurait Les Satisfaire.]