Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there isn't a God.
If it's to be, it's up to me.
All our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.
Eat with the rich, but go to the play with the poor, who are capable of joy.
We should nourish our souls on the dew of Poesy, and manure them as well.
When we say we are certain so-and-so can't possibly have done it, what we mean is that we think he very likely did.