The Finest Victory Is To Conquer One's

By Time And Toil We Sever What Strength And Rage Could Never.

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

No Path Of Flowers Leads To Glory.

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

What A Wonderful Thing It Is To Have A Good Friend. He Identifies Your Innermost Desires, And Spares You The Embarrassment Of Disclosing Them To Him Yourself.