When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.
By wine eating cares are put to flight. [Lat., Vino diffugiunt mordaces curae.]
There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.
Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.
Friendship is the allay of our sorrows, the ease of our passions, the discharge of our oppressions, the sanctuary to our calamities, the counselor of our doubts, the clarity of our minds.
Some sorrows are but footprints in the snow, which the genial sun effaces, or, if it does not wholly efface, changes into dimples.
I advise nobody to drown sorrow in cocoa. It is bad for the figure and it does not alleviate the sorrow.
