Such Gluttony Second To None Almost Ended

Neither Blows From Pitchfork, Nor From The Lash, Can Make Him Change His Ways. [fr., Coups De Fourches Ni D'etriveres, Ne Lui Font Changer De Manieres.]

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.

We Believe Easily What We Fear Of What We Desire

A Hare Is Not Caught With A Drum.

The Fastidious Are Unfortunate; Nothing Satisfies Them.