It is difficult not to write satire.
Hold it the greatest sin to prefer existence to honour, and for the sake of life to lose the reasons for living.
Now that no one buys our votes, the public has long since cast off its cares; for the people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now meddles no more and longs eagerly for just two things - bread and circuses.
Wisdom triumphs over chance.
No man becomes bad all at once.
Tears ready to do duty at a minute's notice.