There will he nothing more that posterity can add to our immoral habits; our descendants must have the same desires and act the same follies as their sires. Every vice has reached its zenith.

The care of a large estate is an unpleasant thing.

Give them bread and circuses and they will never revolt

Rarely do we meet in one combined, a beauteous body and a virtuous mind.

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.

Many commit the same crime with a very different result. One bears a cross for his crime; another a crown.

There will he nothing more that posterity can add to our immoral habits; our descendants must have the same desires and act the same follies as their sires. Every vice has reached its zenith.