Life is a toy made of glass; it appears to be of inestimable price, but in reality it is very cheap.

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

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

I am a free man. I do not need to copy Petrarca or Boccaccio. My own genius is enough. Let others worry themselves about style, and so cease to be themselves. Without a master, without a model, without a guide, I go to work and earn my living, my well-being and my fame.

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

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.

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