The eyes those silent tongues of love.

Diligence is the mother of good fortune, and idleness, its opposite, never brought a man to the goal of any of his best wishes.

Troubles take wing for the man who can sing.

Blessed be he who invented sleep, a cloak that covers all a man's thoughts.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem to be perpetually changing and moving in a circular course. Spring is followed by summer, summer by autumn, and autumn by winter, which is again followed by spring, and so time continues its everlasting round. But the life of man is ever racing to its end, swifter than time itself, without hope of renewal, unless in the next that is limitless and infinite.

Hunger is the best sauce in the world.