Such is the nature and make-up of the French that they are only good at the start. Then they are worse than devils, but, given time, they’re less than women.
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.
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.
