Honey comes out of the air At early dawn the leaves of trees are found bedewed with honey. Whether this is the perspiration of the sky or a sort of saliva of the stars, or the moisture of the air purging itself, nevertheless it brings with it the great pleasure of its heavenly nature. It is always of the best quality when it is stored in the best flowers.

Home is where the heart is.

The best kind of wine is that which is most pleasant to him who drinks it.

The happier the moment the shorter.

We live by reposing trust in each other.

Suicide is a privilege of man which deity does not possess.

The only thing man knows instinctively is how to weep.