However rich or elevated, a name less something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune.
A wise God shrouds the future in obscure darkness.
The human race afraid of nothing, rushes on through every crime.
The power of daring anything their fancy suggest, as always been conceded to the painter and the poet.
Money amassed either serves us or rules us.
How slight and insignificant is the thing which casts down or restores a mind greedy for praise.