The great proof of madness is the disproportion of one's designs to one's means.
There is a joy in danger.
A prince should suspect everything.
The only victory over love is flight.
The populace judges of the power of God by the power of the priests.
One must indeed be ignorant of the methods of genius to suppose that it allows itself to be cramped by forms. Forms are for mediocrity, and it is fortunate that mediocrity can act only according to routine. Ability takes its flight unhindered.