In This Mortal Life, Nothing Is Blessed

Pantagruel Was Telling Me That He Believed The Queen Had Given The Symbolic Word Used Among Her Subjects To Denote Sovereign Good Cheer, When She Said To Her Tabachins, A Panacea.

If The Head Is Lost, All That Perishes Is The Individual; If The Balls Are Lost, All Of Human Nature Perishes.

According To True Military Art, One Should Never Push One's Enemy To The Point Of Despair, Because Such A State Multiplies His Strength And Increases His Courage Which Had Already Been Crushed And Failing, And Because There Is No Better Remedy For The Health Of Beaten And Overwhelmed Men Than The Absence Of All Hope.

Giving Words [is] An Act Of Lovers.

From The Gut Comes The Strut, And Where Hunger Reigns, Strength Abstains.