The Smell Of Money Is Good, Come

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.

To Gain A Livelihood At The Expense Of All That Makes Life Worth The Having.

The Skilful Class Of Flatterers Praise The Discourse Of An Ignorant Friend And The Face Of A Deformed One.

All Wish To Be Learned, But No One Is Willing To Pay The Price.

Every Man's Credit Is Proportioned To The Money Which He Has In His Chest. [lat., Quantum Quisque Sua Nummorum Condit In Area, Tantum Habet Et Fidei.]