Age Has A Good Mind And Sorry

He Who Has Not Been At A Tavern Knows Not What A Paradise It Is. O Holy Tavern! O Miraculous Tavern! - Holy, Because No Carking Cares Are There, Nor Weariness, Nor Pain; And Miraculous, Because Of The Spits, Which Themselves Turn Round And Round!

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.

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.

Even When I'm Railed At, I Get My Quota Of Renown.

What Evil Is There In Seeing A Man Possess A Woman? Why, The Beasts Would Be More Free Than We! It Seems To Me That That Which Is Given Us By Nature For Our Own Preservation Ought To Be Worn Round The Neck As A Pendant And In The Hat For A Medal.