Poverty treads close upon the heels of great and unexpected wealth.
Rumor, once started, rushes on like a river, until it mingles with, and is lost in the sea.
The only thing wealth does for some people is to make them worry about losing it.
The world is governed by love,--self-love.
True felicity consists of its own consciousness.
Of every ten persons who talk about you, nine will say something bad, and the tenth will say something good in a bad way.