The age was still dark and reeked of the havoc and misfortunes of the Goths who had put all good literature to… — Francois Rabelais Copy Share Image
Because just as arms have no force outside if there is no counsel within a house, study is vain and counsel useless… — Francois Rabelais Copy Share Image
Such is the nature and make-up of the French that they are only good at the start. Then they are worse than… — Francois Rabelais Copy Share Image
“Thirst, for who in the time of innocence would have drunk without being athirst? Nay, sir, it was drinking; for privatio praesupponit… — François Rabelais Copy Share Image
It is my feeling that Time ripens all things; with Time all things are revealed; Time is the father of truth. — Francois Rabelais Copy Share Image
The right moment wears a full head of hair: when it has been missed, you can't get it back; it's bald in… — Francois Rabelais Copy Share Image
It is my opinion that time brings all things to fruition; by time all things are made plain; time is the father… — 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 Image
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 Image
Indeed, said the monk, a mass, a matins, and vespers well rung are half-said. — Francois Rabelais Copy Share Image
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 Image
But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet. — Francois Rabelais Copy Share Image
The Lord forbid that I should be out of debt, as if indeed I could not be trusted. — Francois Rabelais Copy Share Image
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 Image