The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to Vespasian's tax on ordure.]

Avarice increases with the increasing pile of gold.

Autumn is the harvest of greedy death.

Here we all live in a state of ambitious poverty.

The face, not the woman is the attraction.

Men who ape the saint and play the sinner.

Let him love none and be by none beloved!