He is mad past recovery, but yet he has lucid intervals.

I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and God for us all.

Happy the man to whom heaven has given a morsel of bread without laying him under the obligation of thanking any other for it than heaven itself.

All sorrows are bearable, if there is bread.

In the night all cats are gray.

Laziness never arrived at the attainment of a good wish.

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