Pietro Aretino was a distinguished Italian poet, dramatist, author, satirist, playwright and blackmailer. He exerted impact on contemporary politics and art. Aretino was also the one to develop modern literary pornography. Aretino was banished from his hometown. He spent approximately a decade in Perugia before he was sent to Rome. He was then forced to leave Rome because of ‘Lewd Sonnets’ and obloquy. He then moved to Venice where he became an object of veneration and spent rest of his life in a grand and decadent life. Some of Arentino’s notable works include, ‘Lettere’, ‘Orlandino’, ‘Fraza’, ‘La Talanta’, ‘Orazia’ and ‘Sonetti Iussuriosi’ amongst others. We bring to you a collection of quotable quotes and thoughts by Pietro Aretino which have been excerpted from his writings, books, poems, prose, plays and novels. Read through the famous quotes and sayings by Pietro Aretino.
I am a free man. I do not need to copy Petrarca or Boccaccio. My own genius is enough. Let others worry themselves about style, and so cease to be themselves. Without a master, without a model, without a guide, I go to work and earn my living, my well-being and my fame.
Why should the eyes be denied what delights them most?
Flattery and deceit are the darlings of great men, and so with these men spread the butter on thick, if you want to get something out of them, otherwise you'll come home to me with a full belly and an empty purse.
With a goose-quill and a few sheets of paper, I mock myself of the universe. They say I am the son of a courtesan; it may be so, but I have the heart of a King. I live free, I enjoy myself, I can call myself happy.
Nothing, it appears to me, is of greater value in a man than the power of judgment; and the man who has it may be compared to a chest filled with books, for he is the son of nature and the father of art.
And there is quite a different sort of conversation around a fire than there is in the shadow of a beech tree.... Four dry logs have in them all the circumstance necessary to a conversation of four or five hours, with chestnuts on the plate and a jug of wine between the legs. Yes, let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
He who has not been at a tavern knows not what a paradise it is. O holy tavern! O miraculous tavern!--holy, because no carking cares are there, nor weariness, nor pain; and miraculous, because of the spits, which themselves turn round and round!