Death Is The Vast Perhaps.

Hungry Bellies Have No Cars.

The Dress Does Not Make The Monk. [fr., L'habit Ne Fait Le Moine.]

War Begun Without Good Provision Of Money Beforehand For Going Through With It Is But As A Breathing Of Strength And Blast That Will Quickly Pass Away. Coin Is The Sinews Of War.

But Where Are The Snows Of Last Year? That Was The Greatest Concern Of Villon, The Parisian Poet.

Always Open All Gates And Roads To Your Enemies, And Rather Make For Them A Bridge Of Silver, To Get Rid Of Them. [fr., Ouvrez Toujours A Vos Ennemis Toutes Les Portes Et Chemin, Et Plutot Leur Faites Un Pont D'argent, Afin De Les Renvoyer.]