'Tis unto children most respect is due.
Trust me, no tortures which the poets feign, can match the fierce, the unutterable pain, he feels, who night and day, devoid of rest, carries his own accuser in his breast.
The blind envy the one-eyed.
Two things only the people anxiously desire - bread and circuses.
Hold it the greatest sin to prefer existence to honor, and for the sake of life to lose the reasons for living.
Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind.
A man who has nothing can whistle in a robber's face.
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.
Wisdom is the winner over good luck.
In times like these it is difficult not to write satire.
Revenge is sweet, sweeter than life itself - so say fools.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem on others.
Who is to guard the guards themselves?
Nature, in giving tears to man, confessed that he had a tender heart; this is our noblest quality.
It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.
None in a moment e'er grew wholly vile.
Let nothing which is disgraceful to be spoken of, or to be seen, approach this place where a child is.
All want to be learned, but no one is willing to pay the price.
Honesty is praised and starves.
Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
Indulgence rare to pleasures lendeth zest.
Wisdom to be sure is the great conqueror of Fortune, giving precepts in its sanctified pages; but we also judge those happy who have learned in the school of life how to bear its ills and not buck against the yoke.
What man have you ever seen who as content with one crime only.
All wish to know, but none want to pay the fee.
No guilty man is acquitted at the bar of his own conscience.