The Servant May Not Look To Be

In Utopia, Where Every Man Has A Right To Everything, They All Know That If Care Is Taken To Keep The Public Stores Full, No Private Man Can Want Anything; For Among Them There Is No Unequal Distribution, So That No Man Is Poor, None In Necessity; And Though No Man Has Anything, Yet They Are All Rich; For What Can Make A Man So Rich As To Lead A Serene And Cheerful Life, Free From Anxieties.

The Heart That Has Truly Loved Never Forgets.

And It Will Fall Out As In A Complication Of Diseases, That By Applying A Remedy To One Sore, You Will Provoke Another; And That Which Removes The One Ill Symptom Produces Others.

They Wonder Much To Hear That Gold, Which In Itself Is So Useless A Thing, Should Be Everywhere So Much Esteemed, That Even Men For Whom It Was Made, And By Whom It Has Its Value, Should Yet Be Thought Of Less Value Than It Is.

Getting Married Is Like Putting One's Hand In A Bag Containing 99 Serpents And One Eel.