Those Who Desire To Become Rich, Desire

Tears Ready To Do Duty At A Minute's Notice.

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.

We Do Not Commonly Find Men Of Superior Sense Amongst Those Of The Highest Fortune.

The Smell Of Money Is Good, Come Whence It May. [alluding To Vespasian's Tax On Ordure.]

The Face, Not The Woman Is The Attraction.