Machination Is Worth More Than Force.

I'd Gladly Do Without A Valet. I'm Never So Well Treated As When I'm Without A Valet.

All's Well In The End, If You've Only The Patience To Wait.

If You Say To Me: "master, It Would Seem That You Weren't Too Terribly Wise To Have Written These Bits Of Nonsense And Pleasant Mockeries," I Respond That You Are Hardly More So In Finding Amusement In Reading Them.

How Comes It That You Curse, Frere Jean? It's Only, Said The Monk, In Order To Embellish My Language. They Are The Colors Of Ciceronian Rhetoric.

How Can I Govern Others, Who Can't Even Govern Myself?