To drink away sorrow.

A hungry stomach rarely despises common food.

Remember you must die whether you sit about moping all day long or whether on feast days you stretch out in a green field, happy with a bottle of Falernian from your innermost cellar.

Money amassed either serves us or rules us.

Misfortunes, untoward events, lay open, disclose the skill of a general, while success conceals his weakness, his weak points.

Only a stomach that rarely feels hungry scorns common things.

Our parents, worse than our grandparents, gave birth to us who are worse than they, and we shall in our turn bear offspring still more evil.