Of A Young Hermit, An Old Devil.

All Things Have Their Ends And Cycles. And When They Have Reached Their Highest Point, They Are In Their Lowest Ruin, For They Cannot Last For Long In Such A State. Such Is The End For Those Who Cannot Moderate Their Fortune And Prosperity With Reason And Temperance.

Between Two Stools One Sits On The Ground.

So Much Is A Man Worth As He Esteems Himself.

Few And Signally Blessed Are Those Whom Jupiter Has Destined To Be Cabbage-planters. For They've Always One Foot On The Ground Andthe Other Not Far From It. Anyone Is Welcome To Argue About Felicity And Supreme Happiness. But The Man Who Plants Cabbages I Now Positively Declare To Be The Happiest Of Mortals.

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.