Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.

Death Alone Discloses How Insignificant Are The Puny Bodies Of Men.

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.

Pleasures Are Enhanced By A Moderate Indulgence.

Give Up All Hope Of Peace So Long As Your Mother-in-law Is Alive.

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