Oh how unhappy is the prince served by such men who are so easily corrupted.
A child is not a vase to be filled, but a fire to be lit.
Frugality is for the vulgar.
But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.
The deed will be accomplished with the least amount of bloodshed possible, and, if possible ..., we'll save all the souls and send them happily off to their abode.
Early rising is no pleasure; early drinking's just the measure.