To Laugh Is Proper To Man.

One Inch Of Joy Surmounts Of Grief A Span, Because To Laugh Is Proper To The Man.

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

I Do Not Drink More Than A Sponge.

But Where Are The Snows Of Last Year? That Was The Greatest Concern Of Villon, The Parisian Poet.

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