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Poverty Is, Except Where There Is An Actual Want Of Food And Raiment, A Thing Much More Imaginary Than Real. The Shame Of Poverty--the Shame Of Being Thought Poor--it Is A Great And Fatal Weakness, Though Arising In This Country, From The Fashion Of The Times Themselves.

Be You In What Line Of Life You May, It Will Be Amongst Your Misfortunes If You Have Not Time Properly To Attend To [money Management]; For. ... Want Of Attention To Pecuniary Matters ... Has Impeded The Progress Of Science And Of Genius Itself.

Men Fail Much Oftener From Want Of Perseverance Than From Want Of Talent.

I View Tea Drinking As A Destroyer Of Health, An Enfeebler Of The Frame, An En-genderer Of Effeminancy And Laziness, A Debaucher Of Youth And Maker Of Misery For Old Age. Thus He Makes That Miserable Progress Towards That Death Which He Finds Ten Or Fifteen Years Sooner Than He Would Have Found It If He Had Made His Wife Brew Beer Instead Of Making Tea.

It Is No Small Mischief To A Boy, That Many Of The Best Years Of His Life Should Be Devoted To The Learning Of What Can Never Be Of Any Real Use To Any Human Being. His Mind Is Necessarily Rendered Frivolous And Superficial By The Long Habit Of Attaching Importance To Words Instead Of Things; To Sound Instead Of Sense.