Poverty needs much, avarice everything.

Such is the blindness, nay the insanity of mankind, that some men are driven to death by the fear of it.

A thing seriously pursued affords true enjoyment.

I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands.

Dead, we become the lumber of the world, And to that mass of matter shall be swept Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept.

All we see and admire today will burn in the universal fire that ushers in a new, just, happy world.

The shortest road to wealth lies in the contempt of wealth.