Sensible People Find Nothing Useless.

Tis Thus We Heed No Instincts But Our Own, Believe No Evil, Till The Evil's Done. [fr., Nous N'ecoutons D'instincts Que Ceux Qui Sont Les Notres. Et Ne Croyons Le Mal Que Quand Il Est Venu.]

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

Better To Suffer Than To Die.

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

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