I Drink No More Than A Sponge.

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.

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.

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

How Shall I Be Able To Rule Over Others, That Have Not Full Power And Command Of Myself?

I Am Going To Seek A Great Perhaps.