All things may be bought in Rome with money.

The act of God injures no one.

The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.

Men who only live to eat.

Now that no one buys our votes, the public has long since cast off its cares; for the people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now meddles no more and longs eagerly for just two things - bread and circuses.

It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others.

The love of popularity holds you in a vice.