It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.

Today there's more fellowship among snakes than among mankind. Wild beasts spare those with similar markings.

An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.

Now we suffer the evils of a long peace; luxury more cruel than war broods over us and avenges a conquered world.

Autumn is the harvest of greedy death.

Great power which incites great envy, hurls some men to destruction; they are drowned in a long splendid stream of honors.

Many commit the same crime with a very different result. One bears a cross for his crime; another a crown.