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

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

War begun without good provision of money beforehand for going through with it is but as a breathing of strength and blast that will quickly pass away. Coin is the sinews of war.

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

The remedy for thirst? It is the opposite of the one for a dog bite: run always after a dog, he'll never bite you; drink always before thirst, and it will never overtake you.

There is no truer cause of unhappiness amongst men than, where naturally expecting charity and benevolence, they receive harm and vexation.

The Lord forbid that I should be out of debt, as if indeed I could not be trusted.