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

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.

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.

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

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.

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