What God Does, He Does Well.

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

All The Brains In The World Are Powerless Against The Sort Of Stupidity That Is In Fashion.

There Is No Road Of Flowers Leading To Glory.

Une Ample Come Die A' Cent Actes Divers, Et Dont La Sce' Ne Est L'univers. A Grand Comedy In One Hundred Different Acts, On The Stage Of The Universe.

One Should Stick To The Sort Of Thing For Which One Was Made; I Tried To Be An Herbalist, Whereas I Should Keep To The Butchers Trade.