Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish.
Every flatterer lives at the expense of him who listens to him.
In every trouble the little ones duck more easily.
One returns to the place one came from.
Man is ice to truth and fire to falsehood.
One should stick to the sort of thing for which one was made; I tried to be an herbalist, Whereas I should keep to the butchers trade.