Telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.
Nature without exercise is a seed shut up in a pod, and art without practice is nothing.
Love doesn’t hide. It stays and fights. It goes the distance, that’s why love is so strong. So it can carry you all the way home.
Life is a toy made of glass; it appears to be of inestimable price, but in reality it is very cheap.
The art of war is like the art of the courtesan; indeed they might be called sisters, since both are slaves of desperation.
Anger represents a certain power, when a great mind, prevented from executing its own generous desires, is moved by it.
Poetry is a whim of Nature in her lighter moods; it requires nothing but its own madness and, lacking that, it becomes a soundless cymbal, a belfry without a bell.
Learning is the property of those who fear to do disagreeable things.
Desire is poison at lunch and wormwood at dinner; your bed is a stone, friendship is hateful and your fancy is always fixed on one thing.
What evil is there in seeing a man possess a woman? Why, the beasts would be more free than we!
He who has not been at a tavern knows not what a paradise it is. O holy tavern! O miraculous tavern! – holy, because no carking cares are there, nor weariness, nor pain; and miraculous, because of the spits, which themselves turn round and round!
What evil is there in seeing a man possess a woman? Why, the beasts would be more free than we! It seems to me that that which is given us by nature for our own preservation ought to be worn round the neck as a pendant and in the hat for a medal.
We are the buffoons of our children.
Age has a good mind and sorry shanks.
There is no food more satiating than milk and honey; and just as such foods produce disgust for the palate, so perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.
Perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.
The best thing for a man to do is to be born and, being born, to die at once.
Why should the eyes be denied what delights them most?
They merit more praise who know how to suffer misery than those who temper themselves in contentment.
The world has many kings but only one Michelangelo.