A Man Who Permits His Honor To

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.

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

I Love You, And Because I Love You, I Would Sooner Have You Hate Me For Telling You The Truth Than Adore Me For Telling You Lies.

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.

The Best Thing For A Man To Do Is To Be Born And, Being Born, To Die At Once.