It Is Medicine, Not Poison,

Ein Einziger Dankbarer Gedanke Gen Himmel Ist Das Vollkommenste Gebet. One Single Grateful Thought Raised To Heaven Is The Most Perfect Prayer.

He Who Doesn't Lose His Wits Over Certain Things Has No Wits To Lose.

Joy Makes Us Giddy, Dizzy.

Let Us Be Lazy In Everything, Except In Loving And Drinking, Except In Being Lazy.

My God, Grant That My Bounty May Be A Clear And Transparent River, Flowing From Pure Charity, And Uncontaminated By Self-love, Ambition, Or Interest. Thanks Are Due Not To Me, But Thee, From Whom All I Possess Is Derived. And What Are The Paltry Gifts For Which My Neighbor Forgets To Thank Me, Compared With The Immense Blessings For Which I Have So Often Forgotten To Be Grateful To Thee!