Oh how unhappy is the prince served by such men who are so easily corrupted.

One should never pursue the hazards of fortune to their very ends andit behooves all adventurers to treat their good luck with reverence, neither bothering nor upsetting it.

If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.

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.

There is nothing holy nor sacred to those who have abandoned God and reason in order to follow their perverse desires.

I owe much; I have nothing; the rest I leave to the poor.

A habit does not a monk make.