He Knoweth The Universe, And Himself He

Every One Turns His Dreams Into Realities As Far As He Can; Man Is Cold As Ice To The Truth, Hot As Fire To Falsehood.

Better To Rely On One Powerful King Than On Many Little Princes.

The Fastidious Are Unfortunate: Nothing Can Satisfy Them. [lat., Les Delicats Sont Malheureux, Rien Ne Saurait Les Satisfaire.]

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

Habit, To Which All Of Us Are More Or Less Slaves.