böyle kaçarım ölümün vuruşlarından; ama hızlı değil kaçışım, arzumun benimle gelemeyeceği kadar, hep geldiği gibi sessiz yürürüm, yoksa ölü sözler ağ… - Petrarch

Virtue is health, vice is sickness.

Go mortals, sweat, pant, toil, range the lands and seas to pile up riches you cannot keep; glory that will not last. The life we lead is a sleep; whatever we do, dreams. Only death breaks the sleep and wakes us from dreaming. I wish I could have woken before this.

Among the many subjects which interested me, I dwelt especially upon antiquity, for our own age has always repelled me, so that, had it not been for the love of those dear to me, I should have preferred to place myself in spirit in other ages, and consequently I delighted in history.