A man is at his youngest when he thinks he is a man, not yet realizing that his actions must show it.

It is something, I thought, when a king can put a courtesan to the blush.

But courage without conduct is the virtue of a robber, or a tyrant.

True friends share everything, except the past before they met.

Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle.

It is bitter to lose a friend to evil before one loses him to death.

It gives me no joy to be praised at the expense of a better artist, by someone who does not know the difference or who thinks me too vain to be aware of it myself.