I have known many who could not when they would, for they had not done it when they could.
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.
Let every one be fully convinced in his own mind.
Ha! for a divine and lordly manor, there is nothing like solid ground.
Remove idleness from the world and soon the arts of Cupid would perish.
One should never pursue the hazards of fortune to their very ends andit behooves all adventurers to treat their good luck with reverence, neither bothering nor upsetting it.