Flattery and deceit are the darlings of great men, and so with these men spread the butter on thick, if you want to get something out of them, otherw….

Life is a toy made of glass; it appears to be of inestimable price, but in reality it is very cheap..

The best thing for a man to do is to be born and, being born, to die at once..

With a goose-quill and a few sheets of paper, I mock myself of the universe. They say I am the son of a courtesan; it may be so, but I have the heart….

I am a free man. I do not need to copy Petrarca or Boccaccio. My own genius is enough. Let others worry themselves about style, and so cease to be th….

Perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch..

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..

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 ea….

Telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies..

If you want to annoy your neighbors, tell the truth about them..

The art of war is like the art of the courtesan; indeed they might be called sisters, since both are slaves of desperation..

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 ….

I keep my friends as misers do their treasure, because, of all the things granted us by wisdom, none is greater or better than friendship..

Why should I be ashamed to describe what nature was not ashamed to create?.

A man who permits his honor to be taken, permits his life to be taken..

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 ….

I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies..

I am, indeed, a king, because I know how to rule myself..

Even when I'm railed at, I get my quota of renown..

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..

They merit more praise who know how to suffer misery than those who temper themselves in contentment..