We set up harsh and unkind rules against ourselves. No one is born without faults. That man is best who has fewest.

Money is a handmaiden, if thou knowest how to use it A mistress, if thou knowest not.

And take back ill-polished stanzas to the anvil.

Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.

Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.

I beseech you to treasure up in your hearts these my parting words: Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

Catch the opportunity while it lasts, and rely not on what the morrow may bring.