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.
FRANCOIS RABELAISScience sans conscience. Knowledge without conscience is but the ruin of the soul.
More Francois Rabelais Quotes
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No clock is more regular than the belly.
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It is said, proverbially, that happy is the doctor who is called in when the disease is on its way out.
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There are more old drunkards than old physicians.
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A crier of green sauce.
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It is better to write of laughter than of tears, for laughter is the property of man.
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I place no hope in my strength, nor in my works: but all my confidence is in God my protector, who never abandons those who have put all their hope and thought in him.
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Wisdom entereth not into a malicious mind.
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Hungry bellies have no ears.
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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.
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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
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He that has patience may compass anything.
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The remedy for thirst? It is the opposite of the one for a dog bite: run always after a dog, he’ll never bite you; drink always before thirst, and it will never overtake you.
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All’s well in the end, if you’ve only the patience to wait.
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There is no truer cause of unhappiness amongst men than, where naturally expecting charity and benevolence, they receive harm and vexation.
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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.
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