Do you call the jewel blind, because your eye is?

The spirit of poetry combines the profundity of the philosopher and the child's delight in bright pictures.

A heart that overflows may seek out merrymaking and boisterous festivities to quietly rejoice, unnoticed amidst the reveling crowds.

The noble woman is half a man, even a complete one. Only their imperfections make them women.

Our poetry emulates the recent progress in military strategy: Our army's strength is the foot soldiers.

They are miserly, the princes of Austria, you need not grieve about it; they may not donate anything, but they allow themselves tobe fleeced, the good lords.

The military and the clergy cause us much annoyance; the clergy and the military, they empty our wallets and rob our intelligence.