Let Us Love Winter, For It Is

Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.

Life Is A Toy Made Of Glass; It Appears To Be Of Inestimable Price, But In Reality It Is Very Cheap.

If You Want To Annoy Your Neighbors, Tell The Truth About Them.

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.

With A Goose-quill And A Few Sheets Of Paper, I Mock Myself Of The Universe. They Say I Am The Son Of A Courtesan; It May Be So, But I Have The Heart Of A King. I Live Free, I Enjoy Myself, I Can Call Myself Happy.