Neither Wealth Or Greatness Render Us Happy.

Better To Suffer Than To Die.

We Ought Never To Scoff At The Wretched, For Who Can Be Sure Of Continued Happiness?

O Tyrant Love, When Held By You, We May To Prudence Bid Adieu. [fr., Amour! Amour! Quand Tu Nous Tiens On Peut Bien Dire, Adieu, Prudence.]

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.

Habit, To Which All Of Us Are More Or Less Slaves.