Why Should The Eyes Be Denied What

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!

Learning Is The Property Of Those Who Fear To Do Disagreeable Things.

Desire Is Poison At Lunch And Wormwood At Dinner; Your Bed Is A Stone, Friendship Is Hateful And Your Fancy Is Always Fixed On One Thing.

Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.

We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.