There Is No Road Of Flowers Leading

The Good, We Do It; The Evil, That Is Fortune; Man Is Always Right, And Destiny Always Wrong.

Le Geai Pare Des Plumes Du Paon. A Bluejay In Peacock Feathers.

Nothing Is More Dangerous Than A Friend Without Discretion; Even A Prudent Enemy Is Preferable.

It Is Double Pleasure To Deceive The Deceiver. [fr., Car C'est Double Plaisir De Tromper Le Trompeur.]

He Knows The Universe And Does Not Know Himself.