“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.”

Science sans conscience. Knowledge without conscience is but the ruin of the soul.

Pantagruel was telling me that he believed the queen had given the symbolic word used among her subjects to denote sovereign good cheer, when she said to her tabachins, A panacea.

It is my feeling that Time ripens all things; with Time all things are revealed; Time is the father of truth.

The scent of wine, oh how much more agreeable, laughing, praying, celestial and delicious it is than that of oil!

Frugality is for the vulgar.

Tell the truth and shame the devil.

Misery is the company of lawsuits.

I drink no more than a sponge.

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 more transparent the writing, the more visible the poetry.

If they are still standing by your side when your armor is off. When your walls are down. When your heart is broken. And your scars are visible. Tuck them into your arms like gold. And do not let them go.

I am watching the Earth. The visibility is good. I feel well and cheerful. The machine is functioning normally.

The job of the poet (a job which can’t be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

The reality is in this head. Mine. I’m the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.