Science Without Conscience Is The Soul's Perdition.

I Have Already Related To You Great And Admirable Things; But, If You Might Be Induced To Adventure Upon The Hazard Of Believing Some Other Divinity Of This Sacred Pantagruelion, I Very Willingly Would Tell It You. Believe It, If You Will, Or Otherwise, Believe It Not, I Care Not Which Of Them You Do, They Are Both Alike To Me. It Shall Be Sufficient For My Purpose To Have Told You The Truth, And The Truth I Will Tell You.

I Know Of A Charm By Way Of A Prayer That Will Preserve A Man From The Violence Of Guns And All Manner Of Fire-weapons And Engines But It Will Do Me No Good Because I Do Not Believe It

I Urge You To Spend Your Youth Profitably In Study And Virtue.... In Brief, Let Me See In You An Abyss Of Knowledge.

Ha! For A Divine And Lordly Manor, There Is Nothing Like Solid Ground.

There Are More Old Drunkards Than Old Physicians. [fr., Il Y A Plus De Vieux Ivrongnes Qu'il Y A De Vieux Medecins.]