It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others.
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.
So much greater is our thirst for glory than for virtue.
Tears ready to do duty at a minute's notice.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? - Who will watch the watchers?
Wisdom triumphs over chance.