“I drink eternally. For me it is an eternity of drinking, and a drinking up of eternity.”

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.

I am going to seek a great perhaps.

One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools.

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.

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

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.

The chilly morning breeze wakes me this whiff of fall is so welcoming, my soul craves the changing leaves along with the toasty seasonal drinks while I am wrapped in my blanket basking in warm, sweet dreams.

I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.

What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?

Our starting point is not the individual: We do not subscribe to the view that one should feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty, or clothe the naked. Our objectives are different: We must have a healthy people in order to prevail in the world.

Don’t drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life.

Events of human origin are uncertain, but all is regulated and governed by the incalculable power of God, inspiring us not through drunken fury nor by frantic movement, but through the influences of the stars.

Trees bear fruits only to be eaten by others; the fields grown grains, but they are consumed by the world. Cows give milk, but she doesn’t drink it herself – that is left to others. Clouds send rain only to quench the parched earth. In such giving, there is little space for selfishness.

Note to self: no matter how bad life gets, there’s always beer.