The Devil Was Sick -

If You Say To Me: "master, It Would Seem That You Weren't Too Terribly Wise To Have Written These Bits Of Nonsense And Pleasant Mockeries," I Respond That You Are Hardly More So In Finding Amusement In Reading Them.

If The Head Is Lost, All That Perishes Is The Individual; If The Balls Are Lost, All Of Human Nature Perishes.

A Little Rain Beats Down A Big Wind. Long Drinking Bouts Break Open The Tun(der).

I Am Going To Seek A Grand Perhaps.

I'd Gladly Do Without A Valet. I'm Never So Well Treated As When I'm Without A Valet.