“Wine is a cunning wrestler.”

That which you know, know not; and that which you see, see not.

To snatch the worm from the trap.

No man will be respected by others who is despised by his own relatives.

I much prefer a compliment, even if insincere, to sincere criticism.

To waste one’s breath; to pump into a sieve.

A woman finds it much easier to do ill than well.

He who falls in love meets a worse fate than he who leaps from a rock.

It is a bitter disappointment when you have sown benefits, to reap injuries.

A woman without paint is like food without salt.

A mouse never entrusts his life to only one hole.

The gods play games with men as balls.

In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.

In everything the middle road is best.

Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.

I love truth and wish to have it always spoken to me: I hate a liar.

Because those, who twit others with their faults, should look at home.

Even success softens not the heart of the envious.

I think every woman is entitled to a middle husband she can forget.

For nobody is curious, who isn’t malevolent.

And once he’s clear about that reality, he gathers the strength to begin to cope.

The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.

In this body I built a temple, in this skin I found a home.

I hold the unconquerable belief that science and peace will triumph over ignorance and war

Death is a door life opens.