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.

Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.

Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.

Liberty begets license.

Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.