No one is born without vices, and he is the best man who is encumbered with the least.
Painters and poets alike have always had license to dare anything! We know that, and we both claim and allow to others in their turn this indulgence.
Mountains will go into labour, and a silly little mouse will be born.
Humble things become the humble.
Who after wine, talks of wars hardships or of poverty.
What can be found equal to modesty, uncorrupt faith, the sister of justice, and undisguised truth?