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. — Francois Rabelais Copy Share Image
Time, which wears down and diminishes all things, augments and increases good deeds, because a good turn liberally offered to a reasonable man grows… — Francois Rabelais Copy Share
If in your soil it takes, to heaven A thousand thousand thanks be given; And say with France, it goodly goes, Where the Pantagruelion… — Francois Rabelais Copy Share
Indeed, said the monk, a mass, a matins, and vespers well rung are half-said. — Francois Rabelais Copy Share
I recognize in [my readers] a specific form and individual property, which our predecessors called Pantagruelism, by means of which they never take anything… — Francois Rabelais Copy Share
But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet. — Francois Rabelais Copy Share
The Lord forbid that I should be out of debt, as if indeed I could not be trusted. — Francois Rabelais Copy Share
Science sans conscience n' est que le ruine de l'âme. Knowledge without conscience is but the ruine of the soule. — Francois Rabelais Copy Share
I've often heard it said, as the common proverb goes, that a fool can teach a wise man well. — Francois Rabelais Copy Share
Go, all of you poor people, in the name of God the Creator, and let him forever be your guide. And henceforth, do not… — Francois Rabelais Copy Share
