Nature in no case cometh short of art, for the arts are copiers of natural forms.

Art thou angry with him whose armpits stink? Art thou angry with him whose mouth smells foul?

All that is harmony for you, my Universe, is in harmony with me as well. Nothing that comes at the right time for you is too early or too late for me. Everything is fruit to me that your seasons bring, Nature. All things come of you, have their being in you, and return to you.

It is a ridiculous thing for a man not to fly from his own badness, which is indeed possible, but to fly from other men's badness, which is impossible.

My city and state are Rome. But as a human being? The world. So for me, "good" can only mean what's good for both communities.

We are too much accustomed to attribute to a single cause that which is the product of several, and the majority of our controversies come from that.

If any man has done wrong, the harm is his own. But perhaps he has not done wrong.