Gargantua, at the age of four hundred four score and forty- four years begat his son Pantagruel, from his wife, named Badebec, daughter of the King of the Amaurotes in Utopia, who died in child-birth: because he was marvelously huge and so heavy that he could not come to light without suffocating his mother.

One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span, Because to laugh is proper to the man.

Everything comes in time to those who can wait.

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

We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.

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

In their rules there was only one clause: Do what you will.