Poverty, the mother of manhood. Also, the mother of prostitution.
There stands the shadow of a glorious name.
Thus each person by his fears gives wings to rumor, and, without any real source of apprehension, men fear what they themselves have imagined.
Let him leave the imperial court, who wishes to be virtuous. Virtue and absolute power cannot coexist.
The prosperous man does not know whether he is loved.
How blind men are to Heaven's gifts!