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.

Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.

To lay down one's life for the truth.

No one ever became extremely wicked suddenly.

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

Rarely they rise by virtue's aid who lie plunged in the depth of helpless poverty.

Dare to do something worthy of transportation and a prison, if you mean to be anybody.