The Medici made me and the Medici destroyed me.

He who does not understand the supreme certainty of mathematics is wallowing in confusion.

The lover is moved by the beloved object as the senses are by sensual objects; and they unite and become one and the same thing. The work is the first thing born of this union; if the thing loved is base the lover becomes base.

Wisdom is the daughter of experience

It is the infinite alone that cannot be attained, for if it could it would become finite.

Blinding ignorance does mislead us. O! Wretched mortals, open your eyes!

Happy will they be who lend ear to the words of the dead.