To be poor, and to seem poor, is a certain method never to rise.

Philosophy ... should not pretend to increase our present stock, but make us economists of what we are possessed of.

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!

Were I to be angry at men being fools, I could here find ample room for declamation; but, alas! I have been a fool myself; and why should I be angry with them for being something so natural to every child of humanity?

The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable.

One man is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other with a wooden ladle.

And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep?