Maxioms by Jean De La Fontaine
No flowery road leads to glory.
[Fr., Aucun chemin de fleurs ne conduit a la gloire.]
No flowery road leads to glory.
[Fr., Aucun chemin de fleurs ne conduit a la gloire.]
Still people are dangerous.
Still people are dangerous.
Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish
Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish
A fly sat on the chariot wheel
And said "what a dust I raise."
A fly sat on the chariot wheel
And said "what a dust I raise."
We become innocent when we are unfortunate.
[Fr., On devient innocent quand on est malheureux.]
We become innocent when we are unfortunate.
[Fr., On devient innocent quand on est malheureux.]
