Imitators Are A Slavish Herd And Fools

O Tyrant Love, When Held By You, We May To Prudence Bid Adieu. [fr., Amour! Amour! Quand Tu Nous Tiens On Peut Bien Dire, Adieu, Prudence.]

Often We Find Our Own Destiny On The Same Roads That We Have Been Avoiding.

We Heed No Instincts But Our Own.

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

No Path Of Flowers Leads To Glory.