Money Is The Wise Man's Religion.

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.

It's The Wise Man Who Stays Home When He's Drunk.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

Slow But Sure Moves The Might Of The Gods.

Evil Men By Their Own Nature Cannot Ever Prosper.