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

Francois Rabelais

Believe me, ’tis a godlike thing to lend; to owe is a heroic virtue.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Believe Hero Thing Virtue
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.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Growth Heaven Thankful
I drink for the thirst to come.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Drink Myself Thirst
The Devil was sick – the Devil a monk would be, The Devil was well the devil a monk was he.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Devil Himself Monk Sick
It is my feeling that Time ripens all things; with Time all things are revealed; Time is the father of truth.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Father Feeling Reveal Time Truth
Indeed, said the monk, a mass, a matins, and vespers well rung are half-said.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Monk Public
How do you know antiquity was foolish? How do you know the present is wise? Who made it foolish? Who made it wise?
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Foolish Present Wisdom
Pantagruelism is a certain gaitey of the spirit consisting in a disdain for the hazards of fortune.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Certain Fortune Hazard Spirit
Plain as a nose in a man’s face.
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Anand Thakur
From the gut comes the strut, and where hunger reigns, strength abstains.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Hunger Strength
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.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Call Counsel Force Time Virtue
One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Fall Ground Oneself
There is nothing holy nor sacred to those who have abandoned God and reason in order to follow their perverse desires.
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Abandonment Desire Holy Pervert Sacred
But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.
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Concern Greatness Poet Snow
I build only living stones–men.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Build Live Man Stone
I never drink without a thirst, either present or future.
FRANCOIS RABELAIS

Drink Future Present Thirsty

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

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