Sadness Flies Away On The Wings Of

Every One Turns His Dreams Into Realities As Far As He Can; Man Is Cold As Ice To The Truth, Hot As Fire To Falsehood.

All Roads Lead To Rome, But Our Antagonists Think We Should Choose Different Paths.

Everyone Calls Himself A Friend, But Only A Fool Relies On It; Nothing Is Commoner Than The Name, Nothing Rarer Than The Thing.

Imitators Are A Slavish Herd And Fools In My Opinion. [fr., C'est Un Betail Servile Et Sot A Mon Avis Que Les Imitateurs.]

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