It is folly to put the plough in front of the oxen.

There is nothing holy nor sacred to those who have abandoned God and reason in order to follow their perverse desires.

It is said, proverbially, that happy is the doctor who is called in when the disease is on its way out.

Plain as a nose in a man's face.

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.

How comes it that you curse, Frere Jean? It's only, said the monk, in order to embellish my language. They are the colors of Ciceronian rhetoric.

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.