So much is a man worth as he esteems himself.
If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.
He that has patience may compass anything.
Debts and lies are generally mixed together.
When I drink, I think; and when I think, I drink.
In their rules there was only one clause: Do what you will.
I’d rather write about laughing than crying, For laughter makes men human, and courageous.
The appetite grows with eating.
I drink for the thirst to come.
He who has not an adventure has not horse or mule, so says Solomon. – Who is too adventurous, said Echephron, – loses horse and mule.
But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.
Between two stools one sits on the ground.
Petite ville, grand renom. Small town, great renown.
A crier of green sauce.
Machination is worth more than force.
Hungry bellies have no cars.
One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools.
Remove idleness from the world and soon the arts of Cupid would perish.
How can I govern others, who can’t even govern myself?
Frugality is for the vulgar.