Le Geai Pare Des Plumes Du Paon.

Half Of Today Is Better Than All Of Tomorrow.

Let Us Not Overstrain Our Talents, Lest We Do Nothing Gracefully.

In Everything We Ought To Look At The End.

We Are Never Content With Our Lot.

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