Le Geai Pare Des Plumes Du Paon.

No Flowery Road Leads To Glory. [fr., Aucun Chemin De Fleurs Ne Conduit A La Gloire.]

He Knoweth The Universe, And Himself He Knoweth Not.

Our Destiny Is Frequently Met In The Very Paths We Take To Avoid It.

Socrates, When Informed Of Some Derogating Speeches One Had Used Concerning Him Behind His Back, Made Only This Facetious Reply, "let Him Beat Me Too When I Am Absent.

A Mountain In Labour Shouted So Loud That Everyone, Summoned By The Noise, Ran Up Expecting That She Would Be Delivered Of A City Bigger Than Paris; She Brought Forth A Mouse.