Rare As Is True Love, True Friendship

The Fastidious Are Unfortunate: Nothing Can Satisfy Them. [lat., Les Delicats Sont Malheureux, Rien Ne Saurait Les Satisfaire.]

Let Us Not Overstrain Our Talents, Lest We Do Nothing Gracefully.

If Every Man Works At That For Which Nature Fitted Him, The Cows Will Be Well Tended.

We Heed No Instincts But Our Own.

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.