No clock is more regular than the belly.
A habit does not a monk make.
One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span, Because to laugh is proper to the man.
A man of good sense always believes what he is told, and what he finds written down.
From the gut comes the strut, and where hunger reigns, strength abstains.
When my soul leaves this human dwelling, I will not consider myself to have completely died, but to pass from one state to another, given that, in you and by you, I remain in my visible image in this world.