“I owe much; I have nothing; the rest I leave to the poor.”

Bring down the curtain, the farce is over.

We will take the good-will for the deed.

If in your soil it takes, to heaven A thousand thousand thanks be given; And say with France, it goodly goes, Where the Pantagruelion grows.

I’d rather write about laughing than crying, For laughter makes men human, and courageous.

The remedy for thirst? It is the opposite of the one for a dog bite: run always after a dog, he’ll never bite you; drink always before thirst, and it will never overtake you.

I am going to seek a great perhaps.

One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools.

It is said, proverbially, that happy is the doctor who is called in when the disease is on its way out.

Science without conscience is the soul’s perdition.

I won’t undertake war until I have tried all the arts and means of peace.

The belly has no ears nor is it to be filled with fair words.

There is nothing holy nor sacred to those who have abandoned God and reason in order to follow their perverse desires.

Friends, you will notice that in this world there are many more ballocks than men. Remember this.

It’s a shame to be called “educated” those who do not study the ancient Greek writers.

Indeed, said the monk, a mass, a matins, and vespers well rung are half-said.

Keep running after a dog and he will never bite you.

No supernatural can exist for the mankind that does not want to believe it.

He was also removing all traces of any tiny leftover parts, and suddenly a ritual which I’d always found incestuous and gross seemed to me more like a desperate act on Joseph’s part to get out, to leave, to extract every little last remnant and bring it into open air.

To have a future we have to live and leave the present.

The pride never leads, never submits, and never leaves.

We see that the sound is simply sound. If we understand like this, then there’s nothing more to it. We leave it be.

I am almost sure to be blotted out by death, but sometimes I think it is not impossible that I may continue to live in some other manner after my physical death . Or, as Hamlet wonders, what dreams will come when we leave this body?

Please leave me something…even one memory would be enough.

I almost believe that Harriet Tubman asked God for a leave like, “I’m gonna need to go back down there and take care of some things. They’re in trouble.”