Money is the wise man's religion.
A sweet thing, for whatever time, to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.
Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.
What is god, what is not god, what is between man and god, who shall say?
I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief
God helps him who strives hard.