Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.
Poverty is bitter, but it has no harder pang than that it makes men ridiculous.
The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to Vespasian's tax on ordure.]
Where have you ever found that man who stopped short after the perpetration of a single crime?
It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.
Be gentle with the young.