Quotes by Francesco Petrarca

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.

Learning is my sole delight.

Yet have I oft been beaten in the field, And sometimes hurt, said I, but scornd to yield. He smiled and said: Alas! thou dost not see, My son, how great a flames prepared for thee.