No Path Of Flowers Leads To Glory.

How Wealthy The Gods Would Be If We Remembered The Promises We Made When We Were In Danger.

Le Geai Pare Des Plumes Du Paon. A Bluejay In Peacock Feathers.

Nothing Is So Oppressive As A Secret: Women Find It Difficult To Keep One Long; And I Know A Goodly Number Of Men Who Are Women In This Regard.

In This World We Must Help One Another.

Imitators Are A Slavish Herd And Fools In My Opinion.