Hope is itself a species of happiness.

To be idle and to be poor have always been reproaches, and therefore every man endeavors with his utmost care to hide his poverty from others, and his idleness from himself.

The whole world is put in motion by the wish for riches and the dread of poverty.

Some desire is necessary to keep life in motion, and he whose real wants are supplied must admit those of fancy.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives.

Though the wisdom or virtue of one can very rarely make many happy, the folly or vice of one man often make many miserable.

The natural progress of the works of men is from rudeness to convenience, from convenience to elegance, and from elegance to nicety.