Death Never Takes The Wise Man By

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.]

We Believe Easily What We Fear Of What We Desire

Imitators Are A Slavish Herd And Fools In My Opinion.

We Are Never Content With Our Lot.

The Ruins Of A House May Be Repaired; Why Cannot Those Of The Face?