True Happiness Consists Not In The Multitude

The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In What It Covets.

I Know No Disease Of The Soul But Ignorance, A Pernicious Evil, The Darkener Of Man's Life, The Disturber Of His Reason, And Common Confounder Of Truth.

Get Money, Still Get Money, Boy, No Matter By What Means.

Where Dost Thou Careless Lie, Buried In Ease And Sloth? Knowledge That Sleeps, Doth Die; And This Security, It Is The Common Moth, That Eats On Wits And Arts, And Oft Destroys Them Both.

Honor's A Good Brooch To Wear In A Man's Hat At All Times.