Sadness Flies Away On The Wings Of

How Wealthy The Gods Would Be If We Remembered The Promises We Made When We Were In Danger.

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.]

Let Ignorance Talk As It Will, Learning Has Its Value.

We Love Good Looks Rather Than What Is Practical, Though Good Looks May Prove Destructive.

The Finest Victory Is To Conquer One's Own Heart.