Nature Abhors A Vacuum.

Can There Be Any Greater Dotage In The World Than For One To Guide And Direct His Courses By The Sound Of A Bell, And Not By His Own Judgment.

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

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

We Always Long For The Forbidden Things, And Desire What Is Denied Us.

A War Undertaken Without Sufficient Monies Has But A Wisp Of Force. Coins Are The Very Sinews Of Battles.