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

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 deed will be accomplished with the least amount of bloodshed possible, and, if possible, we’ll save all the souls and send them happily off to their abode.

I’d gladly do without a valet. I’m never so well treated as when I’m without a valet.

Debts and lies are generally mixed together.

Early rising is no pleasure; early drinking’s just the measure.

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.

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.

The dress does not make the monk.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

I urge you to spend your youth profitably in study and virtue…. In brief, let me see in you an abyss of knowledge.

Hungry bellies have no ears.

But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.

When I drink, I think; and when I think, I drink.

You have no obligation under the sun other than to discover your real needs, to fulfill them, and to rejoice in doing so.

The appetite grows with eating.