If you say to me: "Master, it would seem that you weren't too terribly wise to have written these bits of nonsense and pleasant mockeries," I respond that you are hardly more so in finding amusement in reading them.

Indeed, said the monk, a mass, a matins, and vespers well rung are half-said.

Death is the vast perhaps.

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

Never did a great man hate good wine.

If you understand why a monkey in a family is always mocked and harassed, you understand why monks are rejected by all--both old and young.

Hungry bellies have no cars.