To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
Category Archive: Petrarch
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds.
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.