Luther was guilty of two great crimes – he struck the Pope in his crown, and the monks in their belly.
It is the chiefest point of happiness that a man is willing to be what he is.
The nearer people approach old age the closer they return to a semblance of childhood, until the time comes for them to depart this life, again like children, neither tired of living nor aware of death.
Time takes away the grief of men.
War is sweet to those who have not experienced it.
The entire world is my temple, and a very fine one too, if I’m not mistaken, and I’ll never lack priests to serve it as long as there are men.
To know nothing is the happiest life.
Everybody hates a prodigy, detests an old head on young shoulders.
Fortune favors the audacious.
Humility is truth.