Life Is A Toy Made Of Glass;

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.

Angry Men Are Blind And Foolish, For Reason At Such Time Takes Flight And, In Her Absence; Wrath Plunders All The Riches Of The Intellect, While The Judgment Remains The Prisoner Of Its Own Pride.

I Am, Indeed, A King, Because I Know How To Rule Myself.

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

Telling You The Truth Than Adore Me For Telling You Lies.