Revenge is sweeter than life itself. So think fools.

For the short-lived bloom and contracted span of brief and wretched life is fast fleeting away! While we are drinking and calling for garlands, ointments, and women, old age steals swiftly on with noiseless step.

The people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now concerns itself no more, and longs eagerly for just two things: bread and circuses!

The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to Vespasian's tax on ordure.]

There is nothing which power cannot believe of itself, when it is praised as equal to the gods.

A third heir seldom profits by ill-gotten wealth.

No one ever became thoroughly bad in one step.