Rely only on yourself; it is a common proverb.

Is not moderation an old refrain Ringing in our ears? from which we all refrain.

No path of flowers leads to glory.

The good, we do it; the evil, that is fortune; man is always right, and destiny always wrong.

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.

Neither wealth or greatness render us happy.

The ruins of a house may be repaired; why cannot those of the face?