Everything comes in time to those who can wait.

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

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

How shall I be able to rule over others, that have not full power and command of myself?

Nature abhors a vacuum.

Bottle, whose Mysterious Deep Do's ten thousand Secrets keep, With attentive Ear I wait; Ease my Mind, and speak my Fate.

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.