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.
PETRARCHWhen the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
More Petrarch Quotes
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Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?
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While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
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Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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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.
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To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
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Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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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.
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A good death does honour to a whole life.
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I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
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Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
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I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
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Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another’s woe.
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Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If these so much delight you what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things eternal!
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From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.
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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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