There Is No Road Of Flowers Leading

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.

Let Us Not Overstrain Our Talents, Lest We Do Nothing Gracefully.

It Is Impossible To Please All The World And One's Father.

The Finest Victory Is To Conquer One's Own Heart.

It Is Double Pleasure To Deceive The Deceiver. [fr., Car C'est Double Plaisir De Tromper Le Trompeur.]