Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
PETRARCHSuspicion is the cancer of friendship.
More Petrarch Quotes
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Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.
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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
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For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
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The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
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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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Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
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Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
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For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
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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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He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
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How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
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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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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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Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do what we never intended, and what we proposed to do, we leave undone.
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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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You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
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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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How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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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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Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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