A man of good sense always believes what he is told, and what he finds written down.

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.

The appetite grows with eating.

When undertaking marriage, everyone must be the judge of his own thoughts, and take counsel from himself.

The scent of wine, oh how much more agreeable, laughing, praying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil!

One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span, Because to laugh is proper to the man.

In their rules there was only one clause: Do what you will.