The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

Everyone who got where he is has had to begin where he was.

Some people swallow the universe like a pill; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind.

It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.

It is better to lose health like a spendthrift than to waste it like a miser.

A bottle of good wine, like a good act, shines ever in the retrospect.

The spirit, Sir, is one of mockery.