The sweetest pleasures soonest cloy, And its best flavour temperance gives to joy.
Wisdom is the winner over good luck.
Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind.
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.
It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others.
To lay down one's life for the truth.