Money is of a prolific generating nature. Money can beget money, and its offspring can beget more.

If you teach a poor young man to shave himself, and keep his razor in order, you may contribute more to the happiness of his life than in giving him a thousand guineas. This sum may be soon spent, the regret only remaining of having foolishly consumed it; but in the other case, he escapes the frequent vexation of waiting for barbers, and of their sometimes dirty fingers, offensive breaths, and dull razors.

Poverty, Poetry, and new Titles of Honor, make Men ridiculous

A place for everything, everything in its place.

Vice knows she is ugly, so puts on her mask.

When you are finished changing, you are finished.

Little leaks sink the ship.