The human race afraid of nothing, rushes on through every crime.

Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour.

It is your business when the wall next door catches fire.

Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul, gives being to our hopes, bids the coward flight, drives dull care away, and teaches new means for the accomplishment of our wishes.

Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine and anger to reveal it.

This used to be among my prayers - a piece of land not so very large, which would contain a garden

I strive to be brief, and become obscure.