It Is Superstitious To Put

A Jester, A Bad Character.

We Run Carelessly To The Precipice, After We Have Put Something Before Us To Prevent Us Seeing It.

The World Is Satisfied With Words. Few Appreciate The Things Beneath. [fr., Le Monde Se Paye De Paroles; Peu Approfondissement Les Choses.]

Man Is Equally Incapable Of Seeing The Nothingness From Which He Emerges And The Infinity In Which He Is Engulfed.

Continuous Eloquence Is Tedious.