The Blush Is Beautiful, But It Is

Each Day A Day Goes By.

Pretexts Are Not Wanting When One Wishes To Use Them.

He Only Half Dies Who Leaves An Image Of Himself In His Sons.

He Who Talks Much Cannot Always Talk Well. [it., Chi Parla Troppo Non Puo Parlar Sempre Bene.]

The World Is A Beautiful Book, But Of Little Use To Him Who Cannot Read It.