Man Is Ice To Truth And Fire

Garde-toi, Tant Que Tu Vivras, De Juger Des Gens Sur La Mine. Beware As Long As You Live, Of Judging Others According To Appearance Alone.

Neither Blows From Pitchfork, Nor From The Lash, Can Make Him Change His Ways. [fr., Coups De Fourches Ni D'etriveres, Ne Lui Font Changer De Manieres.]

Friendship Is The Shadow Of The Evening, Which Increases With The Setting Sun Of Life.

No Path Of Flowers Leads To Glory.

Everyone Has His Faults Which He Continually Repeats: Neither Fear Nor Shame Can Cure Them.