Our expense is almost all for conformity. It is for cake that we run in debt; 'tis not the intellect, not the heart, not beauty, not worship, that costs so much.

To believe in luck ... is skepticism.

The finest poems of the world have been expedients to get bread.

Moderation in all things, especially moderation.

When the night is darkest, the stars come out.

We honor the rich because they have externally the freedom, power, and grace which we feel to be proper to man, proper to us.

Persons are fine things, but they cost so much! for thee I must pay me.