I keep my friends as misers do their treasure, because, of all the things granted us by wisdom, none is greater or better than friendship.
The art of war is like the art of the courtesan; indeed they might be called sisters, since both are slaves of desperation.
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.
If you want to annoy your neighbors, tell the truth about them.
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.