Morality, a muzzle for the will; logic, a climbing iron for the mind.

The sun of a prince's good graces resembles that in the skies in that it shines most kindly upon the blackest people.

Two soldiers and a villain are enough to blow up the rights of the citizens.

A love that dies has never lived.

Poetry, it is often said and loudly so, is life's true mirror. But a monkey looking into a work of literature looks in vain for Socrates.

What a pathetic creature is man! His senses are awakened by the hope for the very thing whose consummation puts him to sleep.

Do hurry and proclaim the concordat. Then castrate yourselves to keep from sinning.