So much greater is our thirst for glory than for virtue.
The finishing stroke of all sorrow.
The love of popularity holds you in a vice.
Such men as fortune raises from a mean estate to the highest elevation by way of a joke.
Some men make money not for the sake of living, but ache In the blindness of greed and live just for their fortune's sake.
Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.