Often We Find Our Own Destiny On

Nothing Is As Dangerous As An Ignorant Friend; A Wise Enemy Is To Be Preferred.

Often We Find Our Own Destiny On The Same Roads That We Have Been Avoiding.

Rare As Is True Love, True Friendship Is Rarer.

You've Tried To Reform What Will Not Learn. Shut Doors On Traits That You Wish Were Dead; They Will Open A Window And Return.

Let Us Not Overstrain Our Talents, Lest We Do Nothing Gracefully: A Clown, Whatever He May Do, Will Never Pass For A Gentleman. [fr., Ne Forcons Point Notre Talent; Nous Ne Ferions Rien Avec Grace: Jamais Un Lourdaud, Quoi Qu'il Fasse, Ne Saurit Passer Pour Galant.]