Why should the eyes be denied what delights them most?
A man who permits his honor to be taken, permits his life to be taken.
Poetry is a whim of Nature in her lighter moods; it requires nothing but its own madness and, lacking that, it becomes a soundless cymbal, a belfry without a bell.
Nature without exercise is a seed shut up in a pod, and art without practice is nothing.
The best thing for a man to do is to be born and, being born, to die at once.
They merit more praise who know how to suffer misery than those who temper themselves in contentment.