But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.
For ten years Caesar ruled with an iron hand. Then with a wooden foot, and finally with a piece of string.
Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money.
To sin by silence when they should protest makes cowards of men.
Liberty is not a means to a higher political end. It is itself the highest political end.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.
The tradition of all the dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brain of the living.
In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love; they had five hundred years of democracy and peace and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.