We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

I Keep My Friends As Misers Do Their Treasure, Because, Of All The Things Granted Us By Wisdom, None Is Greater Or Better Than Friendship.

Flee Laziness Which While It Produces An Immediate Delight, Ends In The Sorrow Of Repentance. And Know That Nature Without Exercise Is A Seed Shut Up In The Pod, And Art Without Practice Is Nothing.

There Is No Food More Satiating Than Milk And Honey; And Just As Such Foods Produce Disgust For The Palate, So Perfumed And Gallant Words Make Our Ears Belch.

Nothing, It Appears To Me, Is Of Greater Value In A Man Than The Power Of Judgment; And The Man Who Has It May Be Compared To A Chest Filled With Books, For He Is The Son Of Nature And The Father Of Art.

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