So if we could not have love, my husband and I, then at least I could have alchemy.

Ah, he has too many ideas, that man da Vinci. His mind works faster than his hands.

If grace belongs to God, there are those who say that luck belongs to the Devil and that he looks after his own.

But anyone who has been that young knows that the great grief of love is that your body feels the most when it knows the least.

Together he [Girolamo Savonarola] and his archenemy Lorenzo [de' Medici] would have been the stuff of gargoyles. One could almost imagine the diptych in which their profiles confronted each other, their noses as powerful as their personalities.

So if we could not have love, my husband and I, then at least I could have alchemy.

Missing rubs the soul raw.