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

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

The art of war is like the art of the courtesan; indeed they might be called sisters, since both are slaves of desperation.

I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.

Telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.

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?