I Build Only Living Stones--men.

Science Sans Conscience N' Est Que Le Ruine De L'âme. Knowledge Without Conscience Is But The Ruine Of The Soule.

A Little Rain Beats Down A Big Wind. Long Drinking Bouts Break Open The Tun(der).

Pantagruelism Is A Certain Gaitey Of The Spirit Consisting In A Disdain For The Hazards Of Fortune.

One Should Never Pursue The Hazards Of Fortune To Their Very Ends Andit Behooves All Adventurers To Treat Their Good Luck With Reverence, Neither Bothering Nor Upsetting It.

The Right Moment Wears A Full Head Of Hair: When It Has Been Missed, You Can't Get It Back; It's Bald In The Back Of The Head And Never Turns Around.