How comes it that you curse, Frere Jean? It's only, said the monk, in order to embellish my language. They are the colors of Ciceronian rhetoric.
In this mortal life, nothing is blessed throughout.
I drink eternally. For me it is an eternity of drinking, and a drinking up of eternity.
I build only living stones--men.
Don't limp in front of the lame.
How can I govern others, who can't even govern myself?