To Hell With Pleasure That's Haunted By

Love Cries Victory When The Tears Of A Woman Become The Sole Defence Of Her Virtue.

No Flowery Road Leads To Glory. [fr., Aucun Chemin De Fleurs Ne Conduit A La Gloire.]

All The Brains In The World Are Powerless Against The Sort Of Stupidity That Is In Fashion.

We Heed No Instincts But Our Own.

By The Work One Knows The Workman.