And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.
PETRARCHWhere you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.
More Petrarch Quotes
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It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
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Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
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I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
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Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
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Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
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The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
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Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive.
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Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
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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?
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I have friends whose society is delightful to me; they are persons of all countries and of all ages; distinguished in war, in council, and in letters; easy to live with, always at my command.
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Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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