“Indeed, said the monk, a mass, a matins, and vespers well rung are half-said.”

It is said, proverbially, that happy is the doctor who is called in when the disease is on its way out.

Science without conscience is the soul’s perdition.

I won’t undertake war until I have tried all the arts and means of peace.

The belly has no ears nor is it to be filled with fair words.

There is nothing holy nor sacred to those who have abandoned God and reason in order to follow their perverse desires.

Friends, you will notice that in this world there are many more ballocks than men. Remember this.

It’s a shame to be called “educated” those who do not study the ancient Greek writers.

Keep running after a dog and he will never bite you.

How do you know antiquity was foolish? How do you know the present is wise? Who made it foolish? Who made it wise?

No clock is more regular than the belly.

Against fortune the carter cracks his whip in vain.

Appetite comes with eating.

Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

From the gut comes the strut, and where hunger reigns, strength abstains.

Let every one be fully convinced in his own mind.

Thought I to myself, we shall never come off scot-free.