Here we all live in a state of ambitious poverty.
When the mischief is done the door is shut.
Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.
Luxury destroys more efficiently than war.
The only gain from the friendship of the great is a fine dinner.
Dare to do something worthy of transportation and a prison, if you mean to be anybody.