Age has a good mind and sorry shanks.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Nature without exercise is a seed shut up in a pod, and art without practice is nothing.
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.
The best thing for a man to do is to be born and, being born, to die at once.
Perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.