Indeed, said the monk, a mass, a matins, and vespers well rung are half-said.
Petite ville, grand renom. Small town, great renown.
A crier of green sauce.
We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.
I'd gladly do without a valet. I'm never so well treated as when I'm without a valet.
If you want to avoid seeing an idiot, break the mirror.