Our Condition Never Satisfies Us; The Present

Let Ignorance Talk As It Will, Learning Has Its Value.

Let Us Not Overstrain Our Talents, Lest We Do Nothing Gracefully: A Clown, Whatever He May Do, Will Never Pass For A Gentleman. [fr., Ne Forcons Point Notre Talent; Nous Ne Ferions Rien Avec Grace: Jamais Un Lourdaud, Quoi Qu'il Fasse, Ne Saurit Passer Pour Galant.]

The Finest Victory Is To Conquer One's Own Heart.

A Mountain In Labour Shouted So Loud That Everyone, Summoned By The Noise, Ran Up Expecting That She Would Be Delivered Of A City Bigger Than Paris; She Brought Forth A Mouse.

We Ought Never To Scoff At The Wretched, For Who Can Be Sure Of Continued Happiness?