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.
A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.
Every great house is full of haughty servants.
Dare to do something worthy of transportation and a prison, if you mean to be anybody.
No man becomes bad all at once.
Many commit the same crime with a very different result. One bears a cross for his crime; another a crown.