Sadness Flies Away On The Wings Of

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

Le Geai Pare Des Plumes Du Paon. A Bluejay In Peacock Feathers.

Silent People Are Dangerous; Others Are Not So. [fr., Les Gens Sans Bruit Sont Dangereux; Il N'en Est Pas Ainsi Des Autres.]

Blind Fortune Pursues Inconsiderate Rashness. [fr., Fortune Aveugle Suit Aveugle Hardiesse.]

The Good, We Do It; The Evil, That Is Fortune; Man Is Always Right, And Destiny Always Wrong.