Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.

Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death; one proceeds from genuine liberality, and benevolence; the other from pride or fear, or from the fact that you cannot take your money with you to the other world.

You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.

For wealth's now given to none but to the rich.

Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey, and brevity.

You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!

It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.