Fate Leads The Willing, And Th' Unwilling

Parisians Are So Besotted, So Silly And So Naturally Inept That A Street Player, A Seller Of Indulgences, A Mule With Its Cymbals,a Fiddler In The Middle Of A Crossroads, Will Draw More People Than Would A Good Evangelist Preacher.

I Recognize In [my Readers] A Specific Form And Individual Property, Which Our Predecessors Called Pantagruelism, By Means Of Which They Never Take Anything The Wrong Way That They Know To Stem From Good, Honest And Loyal Hearts.

Not Everyone Is A Debtor Who Wishes To Be; Not Everyone Who Wishes Makes Creditors.

But Where Are The Snows Of Last Year? That Was The Greatest Concern Of Villon, The Parisian Poet.

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