Let thy fortune be what it will, 'tis thy mind alone that makes thee poor or rich, miserable or happy.
We can make mayors and officers every year, but not scholars.
Be not solitary, be not idle
Worldly wealth is the Devil's bait; and those whose minds feed upon riches recede, in general, from real happiness, in proportion as their stores increase, as the moon, when she is fullest, is farthest from the sun.
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They [i.e. ambitious men] may not cease, but as a dog in a wheel, a bird in a cage, or a squirrel in a chain, so Budaeus compares them; they climb and climb still, with much labour, but never make an end, never at the top.