He Will Be The Last To Discover

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.

Seldom Do People Discern Eloquence Under A Threadbare Cloak

When Did Reason Ever Direct Our Desires Or Our Fears?

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?

There's Scarce A Case Comes On But You Shall Find A Woman's At The Bottom. [lat., Nulla Fere Causa Est In Qua Non Femina Litem Moverit.]