Most virtue lies between two vices.
The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for country life.
I hate the irreverent rabble and keep them far from me.
Half is done when the beginning is done.
Think of the wonders uncorked by wine! It opens secrets, gives heart to our hopes, pushes the cowardly into battle, lifts the load from anxious minds, and evokes talents. Thanks to the bottle's prompting no one is lost for words, no one who's cramped by poverty fails to find release.
People hiss at me, but I applaud myself in my own house, and at the same time contemplate the money in my chest.