Avarice is insatiable, and is always pushing on for more.

Pretences go a great way with men that take fair words and magisterial looks for current payment.

By one delay after another they spin out their whole lives, till there's no more future left for them.

Men talk as if they believed in God, but they live as if they thought there was none; their vows and promises are no more than words, of course.

What man in his right senses, that has wherewithal to live free, would make himself a slave for superfluities? What does that man want who has enough? Or what is he the better for abundance that can never be satisfied.

The common people do not judge of vice or virtue by morality or immorality, so much as by the stamp that is set upon it by men of figure.

There is no creature so contemptible but by resolution may gain his point.