Debts And Lies Are Generally Mixed Together.

The Farce Is Finished. I Go To Seek A Vast Perhaps.

I Never Sleep Comfortably Except When I Am At Sermon Or When I Pray To God.

A Child Is Not A Vase To Be Filled, But A Fire To Be Lit.

If In Your Soil It Takes, To Heaven A Thousand Thousand Thanks Be Given; And Say With France, It Goodly Goes, Where The Pantagruelion Grows.

I Drink No More Than A Sponge.