Each Man Has His Fancy.

Out Of Nothing Can Come, And Nothing Can Become Nothing.

Each Man Has His Fancy.

The Man Who Wishes To Bend Me With His Tale Of Woe Must Shed True Tears - Not Tears That Have Been Got Ready Overnight.

That No One, No One At All, Should Try To Search Into Himself! But The Wallet Of The Person In Front Is Carefully Kept In View. [lat., Ut Nemo In Sese Tentat Descendere, Nemo! Sed Praecedenti Spectatur Mantica Tergo.]

Thou Art Moist And Soft Clay; Thou Must Instantly Be Shaped By The Glowing Wheel. [lat., Udum Et Molle Lutum Es: Nunc, Nunc Properandus Et Acri Fingendus Sine Fine Rota.]