No man ever became very wicked all at once.

A man who has nothing can whistle in a robber's face.

There is no reliance to be placed on appearance.

Those things please more, which are more expensive.

Now we suffer the evils of a long peace; luxury more cruel than war broods over us and avenges a conquered world.

They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live.

Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.