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

No one ever reached the worst of a vice at one leap

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

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.

Rare indulgence produces greater pleasure.

Nature, in giving tears to man, confessed that he Had a tender heart; this is our noblest quality.

No one ever became thoroughly bad in one step.