“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.”

If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.

There is no truer cause of unhappiness amongst men than, where naturally expecting charity and benevolence, they receive harm and vexation.

I have known many who could not when they would, for they had not done it when they could.

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

A crier of green sauce.

Oh thrice and four times happy, those who plant cabbages.

The Lord forbid that I should be out of debt, as if indeed I could not be trusted.

I am going to seek a great purpose, draw the curtain, the farce is played.

The deed will be accomplished with the least amount of bloodshed possible, and, if possible, we’ll save all the souls and send them happily off to their abode.

I’d gladly do without a valet. I’m never so well treated as when I’m without a valet.

Debts and lies are generally mixed together.

Early rising is no pleasure; early drinking’s just the measure.

When my soul leaves this human dwelling, I will not consider myself to have completely died, but to pass from one state to another, given that, in you and by you, I remain in my visible image in this world.

Because just as arms have no force outside if there is no counsel within a house, study is vain and counsel useless that is not put to virtuous effect when the time calls.

The dress does not make the monk.

Nature abhors a vacuum.