Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.

The body oppressed by excesses bears down the mind, and depresses to the earth any portion of the divine spirit we had been endowed with.

He who is greedy is always in want.

Care clings to wealth: the thirst for more Grows as our fortunes grow.

Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.

"Painters and poets," you say, "have always had an equal license in bold invention." We know; we claim the liberty for ourselves and in turn we give it to others.

If it is well with your belly, chest and feet - the wealth of kings can't give you more.