“No clock is more regular than the belly.”

I urge you to spend your youth profitably in study and virtue…. In brief, let me see in you an abyss of knowledge.

Hungry bellies have no ears.

But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.

When I drink, I think; and when I think, I drink.

You have no obligation under the sun other than to discover your real needs, to fulfill them, and to rejoice in doing so.

The appetite grows with eating.

I’ve often heard it said, as the common proverb goes, that a fool can teach a wise man well.

There are more old drunkards than old physicians.

No noble man ever hated good wine.

The Devil was sick – the Devil a monk would be, The Devil was well the devil a monk was he.

Everything comes in time to those who can wait.

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 most Christian France is the sole wet-nurse to the Roman court.

Believe me, ’tis a godlike thing to lend; to owe is a heroic virtue.

Row on whatever happens.

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.

And take on the country’s most legendary eating challenges. I’m no competitive eater, just a regular guy with a serious appetite.

Celebrities and ‘famous’ people are just regular folks. I know, it’s a shocking and potentially dangerous statement.

Patient and regular practice is the whole secret of spiritual realization. Do not be in a hurry in spiritual life. Do your utmost, and leave the rest to God.

Practice meditation regularly. Meditation leads to eternal bliss. Therefore meditate, meditate.

Regular meditation opens the avenues of intuitional knowledge, makes the mind calm and steady, awakens an ecstatic feeling, and brings the practitioner in contact with the source of his/her very being.

I try to call my mother, Betty, with more regularity because I think, What if Hazel didn’t call me for two weeks? I’m able to see her mothering now from a different vantage point.~

I’m a regular person with an extraordinary job.

In whatever manner God created the world, it would always have been regular and in a certain general order. God, however, has chosen the most perfect, that is to say, the one which is at the same time the simplest in hypothesis and the richest in phenomena.