Many People Despise Wealth, But Few Know

Some Accidents There Are In Life That A Little Folly Is Necessary To Help Us Out Of.

There Are Certain Defects Which, Well-mounted, Glitter Like Virtue Itself.

Avarice Misapprehends Itself Almost Always. There Is No Passion Which More Often Will Miss Its Aim, Nor Upon Which The Present Has So Much Influence To The Prejudice Of The Future.

We Often Select Envenomed Praise Which, By A Reaction Upon Those We Praise, Shows Faults We Could Not Have Shown By Other Means.

The Praise We Give To New Comers Into The World Arises From The Envy We Bear To Those Who Are Established.