“I build only living stones–men.”

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.

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.

Many facets on the stone. Nooks and crannies in abundance. Things are usually not either black or white, but multicolored.

I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.

The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones.

He is not famous. It may be that he never will be. It may be that when his life at last comes to an end he will leave no more trace of his sojourn on earth than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water.

Nothing surely is as potent as a law that may not be disobeyed. It has the force of the water drop that hollows the stone.

What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?

Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

Why should you think that beauty, which is the most precious thing in the world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up idly?