Practice Yourself What You Preach.

It Is Our Human Lot, It Is Heaven's Will, That Sorrow Follow Joy.

It Is A Great Plague To Be Too Handsome A Man. [lat., Nimia Est Miseria Nimis Pulchrum Esse Hominem.]

Who Wishes To Give Himself An Abundance Of Business Let Him Equip These Two Things, A Ship And A Woman. For No Two Things Involve More Business, If You Have Begun To Fit Them Out. Nor Are These Two Things Ever Sufficiently Adorned, Nor Is Any Excess Of Adornment Enough For Them.

Conquered, We Conquer.

Without Feathers It Isn't Easy To Fly: My Wings Have Got No Feathers. [lat., Sine Pennis Volare Hau Facilest: Meae Alae Pennas Non Habent.] [alt., Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy; My Wings Have No Feathers.]