They Merit More Praise Who

Life Is A Toy Made Of Glass; It Appears To Be Of Inestimable Price, But In Reality It Is Very Cheap.

He Who Has Not Been At A Tavern Knows Not What A Paradise It Is. O Holy Tavern! O Miraculous Tavern! - Holy, Because No Carking Cares Are There, Nor Weariness, Nor Pain; And Miraculous, Because Of The Spits, Which Themselves Turn Round And Round!

A High Heart Ought To Bear Calamities And Not Flee Them, Since In Bearing Them Appears The Grandeur Of The Mind And In Fleeing Them The Cowardice Of The Heart.

Perfumed And Gallant Words Make Our Ears Belch.

We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.