It Is Better To Write Of Laughter

He That Has Patience May Compass Anything.

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

I Drink No More Than A Sponge.

I Do Not Drink More Than A Sponge.

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.