Death is the vast perhaps.
I’ve often heard it said, as the common proverb goes, that a fool can teach a wise man well.
For God, nothing is impossible. And, if he wanted, in the future women would give birth from their ears.
War begun without good provision of money beforehand for going through with it is but as a breathing of strength and blast that will quickly pass away. Coin is the sinews of war.
How comes it that you curse, Frere Jean? It’s only, said the monk, in order to embellish my language. They are the colors of Ciceronian rhetoric.
All things have their ends and cycles. And when they have reached their highest point, they are in their lowest ruin, for they cannot last for long in such a state. Such is the end for those who cannot moderate their fortune and prosperity with reason and temperance.
One should never pursue the hazards of fortune to their very ends andit behooves all adventurers to treat their good luck with reverence, neither bothering nor upsetting it.
Don’t limp in front of the lame.
It is said, proverbially, that happy is the doctor who is called in when the disease is on its way out.
In this mortal life, nothing is blessed throughout.
Languages exist by arbitrary institutions and conventions among peoples; words, as the dialecticians tell us, do not signify naturally, but at our pleasure.
The most Christian France is the sole wet-nurse to the Roman court.
I place no hope in my strength, nor in my works: but all my confidence is in God my protector, who never abandons those who have put all their hope and thought in him.
The remedy for thirst? It is the opposite of the one for a dog bite: run always after a dog, he’ll never bite you; drink always before thirst, and it will never overtake you.
To laugh is proper to man.
A war undertaken without sufficient monies has but a wisp of force. Coins are the very sinews of battles.
The belly has no ears nor is it to be filled with fair words.
The probity that scintillizes in the superfices of your persons informs my ratiocinating faculty, in a most stupendous manner, of the radiant virtues latent within the precious caskets and ventricles of your minds.
A certain jollity of mind, pickled in the scorn of fortune.
Wisdom entereth not into a malicious mind.