Death Never Takes The Wise Man By

It Is No Use Running; To Set Out Betimes Is The Main Point.

I Bend, But I Do Not Break.

Imitators Are A Slavish Herd And Fools In My Opinion.

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.]

Alas! We See That The Small Have Always Suffered For The Follies Of The Great. [fr., Helas! On Voit Que De Tout Temps Les Petits Ont Pati Des Sottises Des Grands.]