We are the buffoons of our children.

A high heart ought to bear calamities and not flee them, since in bearing them appears the grandeur of the mind and in fleeing them the cowardice of the heart.

Perugia is my true fatherland because there I grew to manhood.

I am, indeed, a king, because I know how to rule myself.

There is no food more satiating than milk and honey; and just as such foods produce disgust for the palate, so perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.

Why should I be ashamed to describe what nature was not ashamed to create?

A man who permits his honor to be taken, permits his life to be taken.