But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.

If you want to avoid seeing an idiot, break the mirror.

I urge you to spend your youth profitably in study and virtue.... In brief, let me see in you an abyss of knowledge.

So much is a man worth as he esteems himself.

Nature made the day for exercise, work and seeing to one's business; and ... it provides us with a candle, which is to say the bright and joyous light of the sun.

When my soul leaves this human dwelling, I will not consider myself to have completely died, but to pass from one state to another, given that, in you and by you, I remain in my visible image in this world.

To good and true love, fear is forever affixed.