No noble man ever hated good wine.
If the head is lost, all that perishes is the individual; if the balls are lost, all of human nature perishes.
One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools.
The right moment wears a full head of hair: when it has been missed, you can't get it back; it's bald in the back of the head and never turns around.
I do not drink more than a sponge.
Nature made the day for exercise, work and seeing to one's business; and ... it provides us with a candle, which is to say the bright and joyous light of the sun.