An excess of hoarded wealth is the death of many.

It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.

There is nothing worse than words of kindness that lie.

Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.

Here we all live in a state of ambitious poverty.

The man whose purse is empty can cheerfully sing before the robber.

A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.