In Short, Luck's Always To Blame.

Sensible People Find Nothing Useless. [fr., Il N'est Rien D'inutile Aux Personnes De Sens.]

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

Men Of All Ages Have The Same Inclinations, Over Which Reason Exercises No Control. Thus, Wherever Men Are Found, There Are Follies, Ay, And The Same Follies.

We Ought To Consider The End In Everything.

Is Not Moderation An Old Refrain Ringing In Our Ears? From Which We All Refrain.