Flee An Enemy Who Knows Your Weakness.

Desire Increases When Fulfillment Is Postponed.

Your Virtue Raises Your Glory Above Your Crime.

It Is The Gift Of Heaven And Not Of Reason.

By Speaking Of Our Misfortunes We Often Relieve Them. [fr., A Raconter Ses Maux Souvent On Les Soulage.]

Oh Rage! Oh Despair! Oh Age, My Enemy!