Perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.
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.
I am, indeed, a king, because I know how to rule myself.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.