Strike the iron whilst it is hot.

How comes it that you curse, Frere Jean? It's only, said the monk, in order to embellish my language. They are the colors of Ciceronian rhetoric.

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

Nature abhors a vacuum.

The right moment wears a full head of hair: when it has been missed, you can't get it back; it's bald in the back of the head and never turns around.

Half the world does not know how the other half lives.

I have known many who could not when they would, for they had not done it when they could.