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.

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

Some men make money not for the sake of living, but ache In the blindness of greed and live just for their fortune's sake.

No one every suddenly became depraved.

Nature and wisdom always say the same.

The thirst after fame is greater than that after virtue; for who embraces virtue if you take away its rewards?

Give up all hope of peace so long as your mother-in-law is alive.