Poverty has strange bedfellows.

A prudent consideration for Number One.

Our ideas, like orange-plants, spread out in proportion to the size of the box which imprisons the roots.

Business first, then pleasure.

We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.

What is past is past, there is a future left to all men, who have the virtue to repent and the energy to atone.

The public man needs but one patron, namely, the lucky moment.