If The Skies Fall, One May Hope

Gargantua, At The Age Of Four Hundred Four Score And Forty- Four Years Begat His Son Pantagruel, From His Wife, Named Badebec, Daughter Of The King Of The Amaurotes In Utopia, Who Died In Child-birth: Because He Was Marvelously Huge And So Heavy That He Could Not Come To Light Without Suffocating His Mother.

You Have No Obligation Under The Sun Other Than To Discover Your Real Needs, To Fulfill Them, And To Rejoice In Doing So.

The Age Was Still Dark And Reeked Of The Havoc And Misfortunes Of The Goths Who Had Put All Good Literature To Destruction. But, By God's Goodness, In My Time Light And Dignity Were Returned To Letters, And I See There Such Improvement That Today I Would Have Great Difficulty Being Admitted To The Most Elementary Classes--i, Who In My Time Was Reputed To Be (and Not Wrongly) To Be The Most Knowledgeable Person Of The Century.

I've Often Heard It Said, As The Common Proverb Goes, That A Fool Can Teach A Wise Man Well.

Giving Words [is] An Act Of Lovers.