“Fate leads the willing, and th’ unwilling draws.”

I drink eternally. For me it is an eternity of drinking, and a drinking up of eternity.

Giving words is an act of lovers.

Such is the nature and make-up of the French that they are only good at the start. Then they are worse than devils, but, given time, they’re less than women.

A certain jollity of mind, pickled in the scorn of fortune.

In their rules there was only one clause: Do what you will.

Can there be any greater dotage in the world than for one to guide and direct his courses by the sound of a bell, and not by his own judgment.

Strike the iron whilst it is hot.

Nature made the day for exercise, work and seeing to one’s business; and … it provides us with a candle, which is to say the bright and joyous light of the sun.

When undertaking marriage, everyone must be the judge of his own thoughts, and take counsel from himself.

I drink for the thirst to come.

A man of good sense always believes what he is told, and what he finds written down.

Never did a great man hate good wine.

A good intention does not mean honor.

Appetite comes with eating…..but thirst goes away with drinking.

All’s well in the end, if you’ve only the patience to wait.

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

Magic. I draw with silver and it turns red.

I draw strength from spirit, from the divine light. I draw strength from the love my sister and I have for each other, from my nieces,

the great mountains, and the sea. He means that he loves an inner air, an inner light in which freedom lives and in which a man can draw the breath of self-respect.

He hates everything that wants to draw him out of his acquired and secured position and that disturbs him.

The work of art wants to draw people out of their state of comfort.

Instead of boiling up individuals into the species, I would draw a chalk circle round every individuality, and preach to it to keep within that, and preserve and cultivate its identity.

Would mistrust a poetry critic who couldn’t produce a rhyming couplet. Could one write about art without knowing how to draw?

Beauty or beast, the modern skyscraper is a major force with a strong magnetic field. It draws into its physical being all of the factors that propel and characterize modern civilization.