Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.

Man's conscience is the oracle of God.

Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

A bargain is in its very essence a hostile transaction do not all men try to abate the price of all they buy? I contend that a bargain even between brethren is a declaration of war.

Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?