Luxury, that alluring pest with fair forehead, which, yielding always to the will of the body, throws a deadening influence over the senses, and weakens the limbs more than the drugs of Circe's cup.
Liberty begets license.
Power call achieve more by gentle means than by violence.
Whoever desires is always poor.
Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.
Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.