I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.

Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.

Books have led some to learning and others to madness.

I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.

Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?

How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!