“A crier of green sauce.”

Pantagruelism is a certain gaitey of the spirit consisting in a disdain for the hazards of fortune.

If you understand why a monkey in a family is always mocked and harassed, you understand why monks are rejected by all–both old and young.

An old monkey never makes a pretty face.

I never sleep in comfort save when I am hearing a sermon or praying to God.

For God, nothing is impossible. And, if he wanted, in the future women would give birth from their ears.

To good and true love, fear is forever affixed.

Death is the vast perhaps.

If the head is lost, all that perishes is the individual; if the balls are lost, all of human nature perishes.

One should never pursue the hazards of fortune to their very ends andit behooves all adventurers to treat their good luck with reverence, neither bothering nor upsetting it.

Half the world does not know how the other half lives.

A war undertaken without sufficient monies has but a wisp of force. Coins are the very sinews of battles.

So much is a man worth as he esteems himself.

If you wish to avoid seeing a fool, you must first break your mirror

The right moment wears a full head of hair: when it has been missed, you can’t get it back; it’s bald in the back of the head and never turns around.

Wisdom entereth not into a malicious mind.

Bring down the curtain, the farce is over.

I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.

It’s pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.

Everything we do is either an act of love or a cry for help.

To avenge a wrong done to you, is to rob yourself of the comfort of crying out against the injustice of it.

I laugh and I cry and I reason on until the late night, but I never feel the urge to call you. The person that I once knew is forever frozen in time.

Don’t mind me if I look at the ground today. My eyes are carrying the tears that kept the night awake.

A good cry can be wonderful sometimes, and sadness is nothing more than love announced. Sadness and Unhappiness are not the same thing, and it is good to remember that. And there is this: sadness cleanses the heart.

Bite your lips, little brother…Don’t cry. Keep your anger, your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not now…Wait. Clench your teeth and wait.