To good and true love, fear is forever affixed.

Remove idleness from the world and soon the arts of Cupid would perish.

Parisians are so besotted, so silly and so naturally inept that a street player, a seller of indulgences, a mule with its cymbals,a fiddler in the middle of a crossroads, will draw more people than would a good Evangelist preacher.

How do you know antiquity was foolish? How do you know the present is wise? Who made it foolish? Who made it wise?

No noble man ever hated good wine.

A man of good sense always believes what he is told, and what he finds written down.

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.