Envy, Like Flames, Soars Upwards.

It Is When Fortune Is The Most Propitious That She Is Least To Be Trusted.

We Feel Public Misfortunes Just So Far As They Affect Our Private Circumstances, And Nothing Of This Nature Appeals More Directly To Us Than The Loss Of Money.

Present Sufferings Seem Far Greater To Men Than Those They Merely Dread.

The Mind Sins, Not The Body; If There Is No Intention, There Is No Blame.

Avarice And Luxury, Those Evils Which Have Been The Ruin Of Every Great State.