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.

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

Of the woes Of unhappy poverty, none is more difficult to bear Than that it heaps men with ridicule.

No man becomes bad all at once.

The people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now concerns itself no more, and longs eagerly for just two things: bread and circuses!

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.

Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.