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.

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

Those who desire to become rich, desire it at once.

Remorse is the fruit of crime.

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

A third heir seldom profits by ill-gotten wealth.

Wisdom overcomes fortune.