A crier of green sauce.

For God, nothing is impossible. And, if he wanted, in the future women would give birth from their ears.

The Devil was sick - the Devil a monk would be, The Devil was well the devil a monk was he

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

I never drink without a thirst, either present or future.

If the head is lost, all that perishes is the individual; if the balls are lost, all of human nature perishes.

Nature abhors a vacuum.