Poverty is bitter, but it has no harder pang than that it makes men ridiculous.
Vice can deceive under the guise and shadow of virtue.
Do you expect, forsooth, that a mother will hand down to her children principles which differ from her own?
When your armour is on, it is too late to retreat.
Those who desire to become rich, desire it at once.
Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.