Labour is the purgatory of the erring.

Time, O my friend, is money! Time wasted can never conduce to money well managed.

The higher the rank the less pretence, because there is less to pretend to.

What's money without happiness?

Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.

Let youth cherish sleep, the happiest of earthly boons, while yet it is at its command; for there cometh the day to all when "neither the voice of the lute nor the birds" shall bring back the sweet slumbers that fell on their young eyes as unbidden as the dews.

Art is the effort of man to express the ideas which nature suggests to him of a power above nature, whether that power be within the recesses of his own being, or in the Great First Cause of which nature, like himself, is but the effect.