When your armour is on, it is too late to retreat.

Be a gentleman farmer.

To gain a livelihood at the expense of all that makes life worth the having.

A man's word Is believed just to the extent of the wealth in his coffers stored.

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.

Nature and wisdom always say the same.

Here we all live in a state of ambitious poverty.