Man Is A Tool-making Animal

There Are Many Roads To Success, But Only One Sure Road To Failure; And That Is To Try To Please Everyone Else.

The Rapid Progress Of The Sciences Makes Me Sorry, At Times, That I Was Born So Soon. Imagine The Power That Man Will Have Over Matter, A Few Hundred Years From Now. We May Learn How To Remove Gravity From Large Masses, And Float Them Over Great Distances. Agriculture Will Double Its Produce With Less Labor. All Diseases Will Surely Be Cured... Even Old Age. If Only The Moral Sciences Could Be Improved As Well. Perhaps Men Would Cease To Be Wolves To One Another... And Human Beings Could Learn To Be Human.

Remember, That Money Is Of The Prolific, Generating Nature. Money Can Beget Money, And Its Offspring Can Beget More, And So On. Five Shillings Turned Is Six, Turned Again It Is Seven And Threepence, And So On, Till It Becomes A Hundred Pounds. The More There Is Of It, The More It Produces Every Turning, So That The Profits Rise Quicker And Quicker. He That Kills A Breeding Sow, Destroys All Her Offspring To The Thousandth Generation. He That Murders A Crown, Destroys All That It Might Have Produced, Even Scores Of Pounds.

After Crosses And Losses Men Grow Humbler And Wiser.

There Will Be Plenty Of Time To Sleep Once You Are Dead