The Deed Will Be Accomplished With The

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.

It Is Better To Write Of Laughter Than Of Tears, For Laughter Is The Property Of Man.

How Comes It That You Curse, Frere Jean? It's Only, Said The Monk, In Order To Embellish My Language. They Are The Colors Of Ciceronian Rhetoric.

It Is Folly To Put The Plough In Front Of The Oxen.

What Harm In Learning And Getting Knowledge Even From A Sot, A Pot, A Fool, A Mitten, Or A Slipper. [fr., Que Nuist Savoir Tousjours Et Tousjours Apprendre, Fust Ce D'un Sot, D'une Pot, D'une Que--doufle D'un Mouffe, D'un Pantoufle.]