Few and signally blessed are those whom Jupiter has destined to be cabbage-planters. For they've always one foot on the ground andthe other not far from it. Anyone is welcome to argue about felicity and supreme happiness. But the man who plants cabbages I now positively declare to be the happiest of mortals.

Oh how unhappy is the prince served by such men who are so easily corrupted.

I won't undertake war until I have tried all the arts and means of peace.

Oh thrice and four times happy... those who plant cabbages.

A bellyful is a bellyful.

I am going to seek a great perhaps.

Keep running after a dog and he will never bite you.