Poets wish to profit or to please.

Joyful let the soul be in the present, let it disdain to trouble about what is beyond and temper bitterness with a laugh. Nothing is blessed forever.

Let me posses what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.

The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.

Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans. It is lovely to be silly at the right moment.

Money amassed either serves us or rules us.

Lightning strikes the tops of the mountains.