The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow.
Learned or unlearned we all must be scribbling.
All men do not, in fine, admire or love the same thing.
The power of daring anything their fancy suggest, as always been conceded to the painter and the poet.
Riches either serve or govern the possessor.