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

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.

He who has not an adventure has not horse or mule, so says Solomon.–Who is too adventurous, said Echephron,–loses horse and mule.

A little rain beats down a big wind. Long drinking bouts break open the tunder.

Fate leads the willing, and th’ unwilling draws.

Don’t limp in front of the lame.

I build only living stones–men.