What God Does, He Does Well.

Men Of All Ages Have The Same Inclinations, Over Which Reason Exercises No Control. Thus, Wherever Men Are Found, There Are Follies, Ay, And The Same Follies.

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

We Like To See Others, But Don't Like Others To See Through Us.

In Everything We Ought To Look At The End.

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.