Sadness Flies Away On The

The Finest Victory Is To Conquer One's Own Heart.

Tis Thus We Heed No Instincts But Our Own, Believe No Evil, Till The Evil's Done. [fr., Nous N'ecoutons D'instincts Que Ceux Qui Sont Les Notres. Et Ne Croyons Le Mal Que Quand Il Est Venu.]

He Is Very Foolish Who Aims At Satisfying All The World And His Father.

Let Us Not Overstrain Our Talents, Lest We Do Nothing Gracefully: A Clown, Whatever He May Do, Will Never Pass For A Gentleman. [fr., Ne Forcons Point Notre Talent; Nous Ne Ferions Rien Avec Grace: Jamais Un Lourdaud, Quoi Qu'il Fasse, Ne Saurit Passer Pour Galant.]

Sadness Flies Away On The Wings Of Time.