Fools make feasts and wise men eat them.
Fart for freedom, fart for libertyand fart proudly.
A man of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds.
What Comfort can the Vortices of Descartes give to a Man who has Whirlwinds in his bowels!
Your Business is to shine; therefore you must by all means prevent the shining of others, for their Brightness may make yours the less distinguished.
He that lives upon hope will die farting.
Je pète donc je suis.
“It’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good...”