A Habit Does Not A Monk Make.

The Devil Was Sick - The Devil A Monk Would Be, The Devil Was Well The Devil A Monk Was He

It Is The Custom On Africa To Always Produce New And Monstrous Things. [fr., Afrique Est Coustumiere Toujours Choses Produire Nouvelles Et Monstrueuses.]

The Scent Of Wine, Oh How Much More Agreeable, Laughing, Praying, Celestial And Delicious It Is Than That Of Oil!

The Most Christian France Is The Sole Wet-nurse To The Roman Court.

The Right Moment Wears A Full Head Of Hair: When It Has Been Missed, You Can't Get It Back; It's Bald In The Back Of The Head And Never Turns Around.