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A Mountain In Labour Shouted So Loud That Everyone, Summoned By The Noise, Ran Up Expecting That She Would Be Delivered Of A City Bigger Than Paris; She Brought Forth A Mouse.

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

The Fastidious Are Unfortunate; Nothing Satisfies Them.

Rely Only On Yourself; It Is A Common Proverb.

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