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.

Don't limp in front of the lame.

Debts and lies are generally mixed together.

Between two stools one sits on the ground.

I do not drink more than a sponge.

Petite ville, grand renom. Small town, great renown.

An old monkey never makes a pretty face.