In Wondrous Ways Do The Gods Make

The Woman Who Has The Best Perfume Is She Who Has None.

We Are Pouring Our Words Into A Sieve, And Lose Our Labor. [lat., In Pertusum Ingerimus Dicta Dolium, Operam Ludimus.]

For I Know That Many Good Things Have Happened To Many, When Least Expected; And That Many Hopes Have Been Disappointed.

He Whom The Gods Love Dies Young.

Feast To-day Makes Fast To-morrow. [lat., Festo Die Si Quid Prodegeris, Profesto Egere Liceat Nisi Peperceris.]