We Believe No Evil Till

The Fastidious Are Unfortunate: Nothing Can Satisfy Them. [lat., Les Delicats Sont Malheureux, Rien Ne Saurait Les Satisfaire.]

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.

A Cheerful Mind Is A Vigorous Mind.

Better A Living Beggar Than A Buried Emperor.

Everyone Believes Very Easily Whatever They Fear Or Desire.