Everything, virtue, glory, honor, things human and divine, all are slaves to riches.

I am not bound over to swear allegiance to any master; where the storm drives me I turn in for shelter.

For, once begun, Your task is easy; half the work is done.

Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.

It is but a poor establishment where there are not many superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go to the thieves.

While your client is watching for you at the front door, slip out at the back.

Summer treads on heels of spring.