The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.

There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est

Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.

I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.

My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.