We Are Never Content With

I Bend, But I Do Not Break.

No Flowery Road Leads To Glory. [fr., Aucun Chemin De Fleurs Ne Conduit A La Gloire.]

From A Distance It Is Something; And Nearby It Is Nothing.

One Should Stick To The Sort Of Thing For Which One Was Made; I Tried To Be An Herbalist, Whereas I Should Keep To The Butchers Trade.

Neither Wealth Or Greatness Render Us Happy.