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.

Nothing is more audacious than these women when detected; they assume anger, and take courage from the very crime itself.

Give them bread and circuses and they will never revolt

All wish to possess knowledge, but few, comparatively speaking, are willing to pay the price.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.

There is never a lawsuit but a woman is at the bottom of it.