Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.
Let argument bear no unmusical sound.
Money never made any man rich, but his mind. He that can order himself to the law of nature, is not only without the sense, but the fear of poverty.
Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.
He that would have his virtue published, is not the servant of virtue, but glory.