Francesco Petrarca

My verses are born of sighs.

Time heals all wounds, but leaves scars.

The mind is a garden to be cultivated.

Laura's eyes wounded me.

Humanism is the revival of antiquity.

Joy is fleeting, sorrow enduring.

The pen is mightier than the sword.

Self-knowledge is the beginning of wisdom.

In love, we lose ourselves.

The stars guide the poet's heart.

Aging is the thief of beauty.

Contemplation leads to truth.

Fame comes to those who seek virtue.

The heart speaks what the tongue cannot.

Solitude is the nurse of wisdom.

My life is a book of sorrows.

Poets are the interpreters of the gods.

Death is the end of earthly desires.

Knowledge without action is barren.

The soul yearns for the divine.