Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.

One day we were brought into the world, knowing love only as being what we had for our toys, family, and friends. Then, you meet someone who alters your conception of love, and you never know how you loved anything before because this kind of love is

THE RICH AND THE SUBJECT CALLED "RICHES" IS A STRENGTH TO THE POOR AND THE SUBJECT CALLED "POVERTY", BUT GOD ALMIGHTY IS THE ONLY MARK OF ACCEPTANCE.

I am a free man. I do not need to copy Petrarca or Boccaccio. My own genius is enough. Let others worry themselves about style, and so cease to be themselves. Without a master, without a model, without a guide, I go to work and earn my living, my well-being and my fame.

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.

Perugia is my true fatherland because there I grew to manhood.