He Conquers Who Endures.

The Stomach Is The Teacher Of The Arts And The Dispenser Of Invention.

Oh, What A Void There Is In Things.

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.]

Please Not Thyself The Flattering Crowd To Hear; 'tis Fulsome Stuff, To Please Thy Itching Ear. Survey Thy Soul, Not What Thou Does Appear, But What Thou Art.

And Don't Consult Anyone's Opinions But Your Own.