Age Has A Good Mind And Sorry

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

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

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.

Why Should I Be Ashamed To Describe What Nature Was Not Ashamed To Create?

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.