To Be Poor, And To Seem Poor,

Success Consists Of Getting Up Just One More Time Than You Fall.

The Company Of Fools May First Make Us Smile, But In The End We Always Feel Melancholy.

Every Want That Stimulates The Breast Becomes A Source Of Pleasure When Redressed.

The Youth Who Follows His Appetites Too Soon Seizes The Cup, Before It Has Received Its Best Ingredients, And By Anticipating His Pleasures, Robs The Remaining Parts Of Life Of Their Share, So That His Eagerness Only Produces Manhood Of Imbecility And An Age Of Pain.

All His Faults Are Such That One Loves Him Still The Better For Them.