Perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.

They merit more praise who know how to suffer misery than those who temper themselves in contentment.

Life is a toy made of glass; it appears to be of inestimable price, but in reality it is very cheap.

Desire is poison at lunch and wormwood at dinner; your bed is a stone, friendship is hateful and your fancy is always fixed on one thing.

Perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.

Flattery and deceit are the darlings of great men, and so with these men spread the butter on thick, if you want to get something out of them, otherwise you'll come home to me with a full belly and an empty purse.

Why should the eyes be denied what delights them most?