“I am going to seek a great perhaps.”

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.

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.

How do you know antiquity was foolish? How do you know the present is wise? Who made it foolish? Who made it wise?

No clock is more regular than the belly.

Against fortune the carter cracks his whip in vain.