Poverty is bitter, but it has no harder pang than that it makes men ridiculous.
An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.
Wisdom overcomes fortune.
The face, not the woman is the attraction.
Do you expect, forsooth, that a mother will hand down to her children principles which differ from her own?
It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.