“Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.”

“Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.”

“All wish to possess knowledge, but few, comparatively speaking, are willing to pay the price.”

“Where talent is lacking, anger writes poetry.”

“Many commit the same crime with a very different result. One bears a cross for his crime; another a crown.”

“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!”

“Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? - Who will watch the watchers?”