There Is No Road Of Flowers Leading

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

Une Ample Come Die A' Cent Actes Divers, Et Dont La Sce' Ne Est L'univers. A Grand Comedy In One Hundred Different Acts, On The Stage Of The Universe.

We Become Innocent When We Are Unfortunate.

Imitators Are A Slavish Herd And Fools In My Opinion.

Sensible People Find Nothing Useless. [fr., Il N'est Rien D'inutile Aux Personnes De Sens.]