They Merit More Praise Who Know How

Nature Without Exercise Is A Seed Shut Up In A Pod, And Art Without Practice Is Nothing.

Angry Men Are Blind And Foolish, For Reason At Such Time Takes Flight And, In Her Absence; Wrath Plunders All The Riches Of The Intellect, While The Judgment Remains The Prisoner Of Its Own Pride.

I Keep My Friends As Misers Do Their Treasure, Because, Of All The Things Granted Us By Wisdom, None Is Greater Or Better Than Friendship.

They Merit More Praise Who Know How To Suffer Misery Than Those Who Temper Themselves In Contentment.

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!