Of A Young Hermit, An Old Devil.

Ignorance Is The Mother Of All Evils.

Ha! For A Divine And Lordly Manor, There Is Nothing Like Solid Ground.

What Harm In Learning And Getting Knowledge Even From A Sot, A Pot, A Fool, A Mitten, Or A Slipper. [fr., Que Nuist Savoir Tousjours Et Tousjours Apprendre, Fust Ce D'un Sot, D'une Pot, D'une Que--doufle D'un Mouffe, D'un Pantoufle.]

According To True Military Art, One Should Never Push One's Enemy To The Point Of Despair, Because Such A State Multiplies His Strength And Increases His Courage Which Had Already Been Crushed And Failing, And Because There Is No Better Remedy For The Health Of Beaten And Overwhelmed Men Than The Absence Of All Hope.

When My Soul Leaves This Human Dwelling, I Will Not Consider Myself To Have Completely Died, But To Pass From One State To Another, Given That, In You And By You, I Remain In My Visible Image In This World.