It is one thing to write as poet and another to write as a historian: the poet can recount or sing about things not as they were, but as they should have been, and the historian must write about them not as they should have been, but as they were, without adding or subtracting anything from the truth.

Every dog has his day.

Do not eat garlic or onions; for their smell will reveal that you are a peasant.

Man appoints, and God disappoints.

Too much sanity may be madness!

Jealousy sees things always with magnifying glasses which make little things large, of dwarfs giants, of suspicions truths.

All sorrows are less with bread.