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.
He who seeks to terrify others is more in fear himself.
The best manners are stained by haughtiness.
Here is a fine field for talent.
Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.
Death is the great leveller.