Money Is The Sinews Of Love, As

We Are The Men Of Intrinsic Value, Who Can Strike Our Fortunes Out Of Ourselves, Whose Worth Is Independent Of Accidents In Life, Or Revolutions In Government: We Have Heads To Get Money, And Hearts To Spend It.

Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

Crimes, Like Virtues, Are Their Own Rewards.

Hanging And Marriage, You Know, Go By Destiny.

There Is No Scandal Like Rags, Nor Any Crime So Shameful As Poverty.