The perfection of art is to conceal art.
That which prematurely arrives at perfection soon perishes.
Men, even when alone, lighten their labors by song, however rude it may be.
In a crowd, on a journey, at a banquet even, a line of thought can itself provide its own seclusion.
It is fitting that a liar should be a man of good memory.
Sayings designed to raise a laugh are generally untrue and never complimentary. Laughter is never far removed from derision.