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?
PETRARCHTo 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.
More Petrarch Quotes
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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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How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
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How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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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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How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
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Where 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.
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Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another’s woe.
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Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.
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It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.
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Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Five enemies of peace inhabit with us – avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
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My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.
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Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven’s sphere.
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