The man is happiest who lives from day to day and asks no more, garnering the simple goodness of life.

There is no evil as terrible as a woman.

He is life's liberating force. He is release of limbs and communion through dance. He is laughter, and music in flutes. He is repose from all cares -- he is sleep! When his blood bursts from the grape and flows across tables laid in his honor to fuse with our blood, he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows of ivy-cool sleep.

Nothing has more strength than dire necessity.

Since luck's a nine days' wonder, wait their end.

Prepare yourselves for the roaring voice of the God of Joy!

What we look for does not come to pass; God finds a way for what none foresaw.