From A Distance It Is Something; And

Let Fools The Studious Despise, There's Nothing Lost By Being Wise.

We Heed No Instincts But Our Own.

Tis Thus We Heed No Instincts But Our Own, Believe No Evil, Till The Evil's Done. [fr., Nous N'ecoutons D'instincts Que Ceux Qui Sont Les Notres. Et Ne Croyons Le Mal Que Quand Il Est Venu.]

In Everything We Ought To Look At The End.

If You Deal With A Fox, Think Of His Tricks.