Money Is The Fruit Of Evil, As

Success Is A Fruit Of Slow Growth.

Great Joy, Especially After A Sudden Change Of Circumstances, Is Apt To Be Silent, And Dwells Rather In The Heart Than On The Tongue.

Prudence Is A Duty Which We Owe Ourselves, And If We Will Be So Much Our Own Enemies As To Neglect It, We Are Not To Wonder If The World Is Deficient In Discharging Their Duty To Us; For When A Man Lays The Foundation Of His Own Ruin, Others Too Often Are Apt To Build Upon It.

When Children Are Doing Nothing, They Are Doing Mischief.

We Endeavor To Conceal Our Vices Under The Disguise Of The Opposite Virtues.