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.

Everything in Rome has its price.

Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.

The grape becomes tinted from the grape it comes in contact with.

What man have you ever seen who was contented with one crime only?

One globe seemed all too small for the youthful Alexander.

Luxury destroys more efficiently than war.