The little done doth vanish to the mind which forward sees how much remains to do.
I sacrifice to no god save myself - And to my belly, greatest of deities.
Judge a tree from its fruit, not from its leaves.
I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.
It is better that we live ever so Miserably than die in glory.
The language of truth is simple.