The Fastidious Are Unfortunate: Nothing Can Satisfy

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

In Everything One Must Consider The End.

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.]

We Ought To Consider The End In Everything.

A Pessimist And An Optimist, So Much The Worse; So Much The Better.