It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
It is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.
Some things are good, some middling, more bad.
While you remain at home your hair is at the hairdresser's; you take out your teeth at night and sleep tucked away in a hundred cosmetics boxes - even your face does not sleep with you.
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
However great the dish that holds the turbot, the turbot is still greater than the dish.