I drink for the thirst to come.

If the head is lost, all that perishes is the individual; if the balls are lost, all of human nature perishes.

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.

Believe me, 'tis a godlike thing to lend; to owe is a heroic virtue.

Pantagruelism is a certain gaitey of the spirit consisting in a disdain for the hazards of fortune.

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