A man who contemplates revenge keeps his wounds green.
For friends... do but look upon good Books: they are true friends, that will neither flatter nor dissemble.
That conceit, elegantly expressed by the Emperor Charles V., in his instructions to the King, his son, "that fortune hath somewhat the nature of a woman, that if she be too much wooed she is the farther off.
That which above all other yields the sweetest smell in the air is the violet.
Great boldness is seldom without some absurdity.
I regret not starting to paint earlier...It is one of the few things I do regret.