We mortals hear only the news, and know nothing at all.
A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds...it makes ice.
All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.
Good things don't end in -eum; they end in -mania or -teria.
The stars never lie, but the astrologers lie about the stars.
From now on walking is my beer and feeling good is my hangover.