Rarely They Rise By Virtue's

No Wicked Man Knows Happiness, And Least Of All The Seducer Of Others.

No Nice Extreme A True Italian Knows; But Bid Him Go To Hell, To Hell He Goes.

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!

He Who Meditates A Crime Secretly Within Himself Has All The Guilt Of The Act.

Many Have An Irresistible Itch For Writing.