Were a man to consult only his reason, who would marry? For myself, I wouldn't marry, for fear of having a son who resembled me.
The great always sell their society to the vanity of the little.
We gild our medicines with sweets; why not clothe truth and morals in peasant garments as well?
All that I've learned, I've forgotten. The little that I still know, I've guessed.
Satire is the disease of art.
If taking vitamins doesn't keep you healthy enough, try more laughter: The most wasted of all days is that on which one has not laughed.