When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.

Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy.

The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.