Men Who Ape The Saint And Play

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

No One Ever Reached The Worst Of A Vice At One Leap

Let Me Moderate Our Sorrows. The Grief Of A Man Should Not Exceed Proper Bounds, But Be In Proportion To The Blow He Has Received. [lat., Ponamus Nimios Gemitus: Flagrantior Aequo Non Debet Dolor Esse Viri, Nec Vulnere Major.]

Those Who Desire To Become Rich, Desire It At Once.

He Who Meditates A Crime Secretly Within Himself Has All The Guilt Of The Act.