But with what incessant and grievous ills is old age surrounded!
So much greater is our thirst for glory than for virtue.
Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries.
Every crime will bring remorse to the man who committed it
Quis costodiet ipsos custodies? (Who will watch the watchers?)
There will he nothing more that posterity can add to our immoral habits; our descendants must have the same desires and act the same follies as their sires. Every vice has reached its zenith.