Common Sense Among Men Of Fortune Is

A Man Who Has Nothing Can Whistle In A Robber's Face.

All Wish To Be Learned, But No One Is Willing To Pay The Price.

The Skilful Class Of Flatterers Praise The Discourse Of An Ignorant Friend And The Face Of A Deformed One.

So Much Greater Is Our Thirst For Glory Than For Virtue.

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.