I drink for the thirst to come.
Keep running after a dog and he will never bite you.
Bring down the curtain, the farce is over
I drink no more than a sponge.
I recognize in [my readers] a specific form and individual property, which our predecessors called Pantagruelism, by means of which they never take anything the wrong way that they know to stem from good, honest and loyal hearts.
Pantagruelism is a certain gaitey of the spirit consisting in a disdain for the hazards of fortune.