The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to Vespasian's tax on ordure.]
Autumn is the harvest of greedy death.
An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.
To keep up as good a cuisine as your father.
No one rejoices more in revenge than woman.
There are many things which may not be uttered by men in threadbare coats.