They merit more praise who know how to suffer misery than those who temper themselves in contentment.

Nature without exercise is a seed shut up in a pod, and art without practice is nothing.

Angry men are blind and foolish, for reason at such time takes flight and, in her absence; wrath plunders all the riches of the intellect, while the judgment remains the prisoner of its own pride.

Flee laziness which while it produces an immediate delight, ends in the sorrow of repentance. And know that nature without exercise is a seed shut up in the pod, and art without practice is nothing.

Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.

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

Desire is poison at lunch and wormwood at dinner; your bed is a stone, friendship is hateful and your fancy is always fixed on one thing.