Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
Accurst be he that first invented war.
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.