Luxury Is More Deadly Than Any Foe.

The Thirst After Fame Is Greater Than That After Virtue; For Who Embraces Virtue If You Take Away Its Rewards?

Satire Is What Closes Saturday Night.

The People That Once Bestowed Commands, Consulships, Legions, And All Else, Now Concerns Itself No More, And Longs Eagerly For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses!

He Who Wants To Get Rich Wants To Get Rich Quickly.

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.