To talk much and arrive nowhere is the same as climbing a tree to catch a fish

A thousand cups of wine do not suffice when true friends meet, but half a sentence is too much when there is no meeting of minds

Sorrow is the child of too much joy

Have but few friends though much acquaintance

Easy to run downhill, much puffing to run up

We are not so much concerned if you are slow as when you come to a halt

Virtuous for ten years is still not enough; evil for one day is too much already