"I have had no other treasure in this world than to see you once perfect and complete, as much in virtue, honesty and wisdom, as in all free and honest learning, and so leave you after my death like a mirror representing my person--your father--if not as excellent in fact as I would wish, certainly so in desire."
"Moderation has been called golden by all the sages, which is to say precious, praised by all, and everywhere laudable. Go through the Bible: you will discover that those who requested moderation never had their prayers rejected."
"Therefore, wish for moderation, it will come to you, and even better, duly as you work and labor. "Indeed, but (you say) God could have just as soon given me seventy-eight thousand as easily as the thirteenth part of one half. Because he is all powerful. A million in Gold is as easy for him as a penny." Ha, ha, has. And who taught you to make speeches on the power and predestination of God, my poor fellows?"
"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."
"At the time there was a claustral monk named Frere Jean of the Hashes, who was young, gallant, joyful, good natured, dextrous, bold, adventurous, thoughtful, tall, thin, with a capacious mouth, gifted in the nose, a great dispatcher of hours, quite an accomplisher of masses, a quick doer-in of vigils,--to put it in a nutshell, a true monk if ever there's been one since this monk of a world first monked out a monk; moreover, a cleric to his very teeth in matters of the breviary."
"There is nothing so true as that the frock and the cowl bring on the opprobrium, insults and derision of the world, just as, according to Caecias, the wind attracts clouds. The overwhelming reason is: because monks eat the world's shit, which is to say its sins, and like shit eaters they are consigned to their privies: those are their convents and abbeys."
"Why are a lady's thighs always cool? That is, said the monk, due to three causes for which a place is always naturally cool: primo, because water runs all the way down it; secondo, because it is in a shady, dark and obscure place, where the sun never shines; and thirdly, because it is continually fanned by the winds from the breezy hole."
"Certainly (said Hippothadee) some of our doctors say that the first woman in the world, whom the Hebrews name Eve, would hardly have been tempted to eat the fruit of knowledge if doing so had not been forbidden her. Be that as it may, consider how the crafty Temptor reminded her with his first words of this prohibition, as if meaning to infer: "it is forbidden to you, therefore you must eat: otherwise you would not be a woman."
"Because the image of my body remains in you, similarly, if the morals of my soul were not to shine through, one would not judge you to be the guardian and treasurer of our name, and the pleasure I would take in seeing this would be small, considering that the smallest part of myself--my body--would remain, and that the best, which is the soul through which our name lasts in benediction amongst men, would be bastardized and corrupt."
"When my soul leaves this human dwelling, I will not consider myself to have completely died, but to pass from one state to another, given that, in you and by you, I remain in my visible image in this world."
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