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

If you wish to be good “Pantagruelists” (which is to say, live in peace, joy, health, and always dining well), never put too much faith in people who look out through a hole.

I never sleep comfortably except when I am at sermon or when I pray to God.

He that has patience may compass anything.

The farce is finished. I go to seek a vast perhaps.

I know of a charm by way of a prayer that will preserve a man from the violence of guns and all manner of fire-weapons and engines but it will do me no good because I do not believe it

We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.

There are more old drunkards than old physicians.

To laugh is proper to man.

Of a young hermit, an old devil.

It is better to write of laughter than of tears, for laughter is the property of man.

Time, which wears down and diminishes all things, augments and increases good deeds, because a good turn liberally offered to a reasonable man grows continually through noble thought and memory.

In this mortal life, nothing is blessed throughout.

If you want to avoid seeing an idiot, break the mirror.

A habit does not a monk make.

Debts and lies are generally mixed together.

Languages exist by arbitrary institutions and conventions among peoples; words, as the dialecticians tell us, do not signify naturally, but at our pleasure.

I found Rome built of bricks; I leave her clothed in marble.

You were the easiest to love. Hardest to leave. And impossible to forget.

I was so busy loving you. I didn’t notice you were leaving.

And sometimes they leave not because they didn’t love enough. But maybe because love isn’t everything.

Let me be like the leaves on the trees. Let me sway with the gentlest breeze.

If trees looked at fallen leaves and gave up, we would have no forests.

Just because you’re leaving, doesn’t mean I’m letting go.

For my eightieth year warns me to pack up my baggage before I leave life.