But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.

Science without conscience is the soul's perdition.

Not everyone is a debtor who wishes to be; not everyone who wishes makes creditors.

A crier of green sauce.

Hungry bellies have no cars.

If you want to avoid seeing an idiot, break the mirror.

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