“Remorse is the fruit of crime.”

Luck often raises vulgarity to a high position, to create mirth for the beholders.

It is a poor thing to lean upon the fame of others, lest the pillars give way and the house fall down in ruin.

Give them bread and circuses and they will never revolt.

A woman is most merciless when shame goads on her hate.

All wish to be learned, but no one is willing to pay the price.

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.

A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.

Is it a simple form of madness to lose a hundred thousand sesterces, and not have a shirt to give to a shivering slave?

Where talent is lacking, anger writes poetry.

This precept descended from Heaven: know thyself.

Vice can deceive under the guise and shadow of virtue.

Every great house is full of haughty servants.

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

The love of money grows as the money itself grows.

Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.

The larger crimes are apt to be the simpler, for the bigger the crime, the more obvious, as a rule, is the motive.

The most tyrannical of governments are those which make crimes of opinions, for everyone has an inalienable right to his thoughts.

Blasphemy is a Victimless Crime.

The corrupt establishment knows that we are a great threat to their criminal enterprise.

Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?

The worst crime is faking it.

It will burden her conscience in life, it will burden her soul in death; but oh, thrice guilty is he who drove her to the desperation which impelled her to the crime.

Poverty is not the root cause of crime.