Parisians are so besotted, so silly and so naturally inept that a street player, a seller of indulgences, a mule with its cymbals,a fiddler in the middle of a crossroads, will draw more people than would a good Evangelist preacher.

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.

How can I govern others, who can't even govern myself?

When my soul leaves this human dwelling, I will not consider myself to have completely died, but to pass from one state to another, given that, in you and by you, I remain in my visible image in this world.

It is my feeling that Time ripens all things; with Time all things are revealed; Time is the father of truth.

Let every one be fully convinced in his own mind.

A little rain beats down a big wind. Long drinking bouts break open the tun(der).