Telling You The Truth Than Adore Me

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

Flattery And Deceit Are The Darlings Of Great Men, And So With These Men Spread The Butter On Thick, If You Want To Get Something Out Of Them, Otherwise You'll Come Home To Me With A Full Belly And An Empty Purse.

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

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.

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.