I am, indeed, a king, because I know how to rule myself.
Even when I’m railed at, I get my quota of renown.
Why should I be ashamed to describe what nature was not ashamed to create?
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Angry men are blind and foolish, for reason at such time takes flight and, in her absence; wrath plunders all the riches of the intellect, while the judgment remains the prisoner of its own pride.
A high heart ought to bear calamities and not flee them, since in bearing them appears the grandeur of the mind and in fleeing them the cowardice of the heart.
Nothing, it appears to me, is of greater value in a man than the power of judgment; and the man who has it may be compared to a chest filled with books, for he is the son of nature and the father of art.
A man who permits his honor to be taken, permits his life to be taken.