Life Is A Toy Made Of Glass;

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

The Art Of War Is Like The Art Of The Courtesan; Indeed They Might Be Called Sisters, Since Both Are Slaves Of Desperation.

We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

Perugia Is My True Fatherland Because There I Grew To Manhood.

Desire Is Poison At Lunch And Wormwood At Dinner; Your Bed Is A Stone, Friendship Is Hateful And Your Fancy Is Always Fixed On One Thing.