We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

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.

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

Perfumed And Gallant Words Make Our Ears Belch.

Nature Without Exercise Is A Seed Shut Up In A Pod, And Art Without Practice Is Nothing.

Life Is A Toy Made Of Glass; It Appears To Be Of Inestimable Price, But In Reality It Is Very Cheap.