What Evil Is There In Seeing A

Desire Is Poison At Lunch And Wormwood At Dinner; Your Bed Is A Stone, Friendship Is Hateful And Your Fancy Is Always Fixed On One Thing.

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

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

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

Why Should The Eyes Be Denied What Delights Them Most?