A Hungry Stomach Cannot Hear.

No Flowery Road Leads To Glory. [fr., Aucun Chemin De Fleurs Ne Conduit A La Gloire.]

Our Condition Never Satisfies Us; The Present Is Always The Worst. Though Jupiter Should Grant His Request To Each, We Should Continue To Importune Him.

It Is Twice The Pleasure To Deceive The Deceiver.

A Hungry Stomach Cannot Hear.

By Time And Toil We Sever What Strength And Rage Could Never.