To Myself Alone Do I Owe My

Oh, How Sweet It Is To Pity The Fate Of An Enemy Who Can No Longer Threaten Us!

By Speaking Of Our Misfortunes We Often Relieve Them. [fr., A Raconter Ses Maux Souvent On Les Soulage.]

Time Is A Great Manager: It Arranges Things Well.

It Is The Gift Of Heaven And Not Of Reason.

Happiness Is Meant To Be Shared.