Nature Abhors A Vacuum.

If In Your Soil It Takes, To Heaven A Thousand Thousand Thanks Be Given; And Say With France, It Goodly Goes, Where The Pantagruelion Grows.

Few And Signally Blessed Are Those Whom Jupiter Has Destined To Be Cabbage-planters. For They've Always One Foot On The Ground Andthe Other Not Far From It. Anyone Is Welcome To Argue About Felicity And Supreme Happiness. But The Man Who Plants Cabbages I Now Positively Declare To Be The Happiest Of Mortals.

The Lord Forbid That I Should Be Out Of Debt, As If Indeed I Could Not Be Trusted.

I Never Drink Without A Thirst, Either Present Or Future.

It Is Said, Proverbially, That Happy Is The Doctor Who Is Called In When The Disease Is On Its Way Out.