Ingratitude is abhorred by God and man.

Tis not necessity, but opinion, that makes men miserable; and when we come to be fancy-sick, there's no cure.

Money does all things,--for it gives and it takes away; it makes honest men and knaves, fools and philosophers; and so forward, mutatis mutandis, to the end of the chapter.

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

He that would live clear of envy must lay his finger on his mouth, and keep his hand out of the ink-pot.

Riches are gotten with pain, kept with care, and lost with grief. The cares of riches lie heavier upon a good man than the inconveniences of an honest poverty.

Intemperate wits will spare neither friend nor foe, and make themselves the common enemies of mankind.