We, by our arts may be called the grandsons of God.

The art of procreation and the members employed therein are so repulsive, that if it were not for the beauty of the faces and the adornments of the actors and the pent-up impulse, nature would lose the human species.

Fear arises sooner than anything else.

That which can be lost cannot be deemed riches.

Fire destroys falsehood, that is sophistry, and restores truth, driving out darkness.

What induces you, oh man, to depart from your home in town, to leave parents and friends, and go to the countryside over mountains and valleys, if it is not for the beauty of the world of nature?

To make a perfume, take some rose water and wash your hands in it, then take a lavender flower and rub it with your palms, and you will achieve the desired effect