Sadness Flies Away On The Wings Of

Alas! We See That The Small Have Always Suffered For The Follies Of The Great. [fr., Helas! On Voit Que De Tout Temps Les Petits Ont Pati Des Sottises Des Grands.]

It Is No Use Running; To Set Out Betimes Is The Main Point.

Gentleness Succeeds Better Than Violence.

Everyone Calls Himself A Friend, But Only A Fool Relies On It; Nothing Is Commoner Than The Name, Nothing Rarer Than The Thing.

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