No Flowery Road Leads To Glory. [fr.,

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.

One Returns To The Place One Came From.

All Roads Lead To Rome, But Our Antagonists Think We Should Choose Different Paths.

Every Newspaper Editor Owes Tribute To The Devil. [fr., Tout Faiseur De Journaux Doit Tribut Au Malin.]

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