How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?
In an honest man there is always something of a child.
He who has knowledge of the just and the good and beautiful ... will not, when in earnest, write them in ink.
Man is a biped without feathers.
The God of Love lives in a state of need.
I do not think it is permitted that a better man be harmed by a worse.