Add a sprinkling of folly to your long deliberations.

The mob may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I contemplate my treasures in their hoard.

What's well begun is half done.

For everything divine and human, virtue, fame, and honor, now obey the alluring influence of riches.

How great, my friends, is the virtue of living upon a little!

The power of daring anything their fancy suggest, as always been conceded to the painter and the poet.

Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.