The Poor Never Estimate As A Virtue

Runners Are Poor Walkers.

Even Virtue Is An Art; And Even Its Devotees Are Divided Into Those Who Practise It And Those Who Are Merely Amateurs.

The Poor Man Wishes To Conceal His Poverty, And The Rich Man His Wealth: The Former Fears Lest He Be Despised, The Latter Lest He Be Plundered.

The World Belongs To Those Who Possess It, And Is Scorned By Those To Whom It Should Belong.

When Art Find No Temple Open, It Takes Refuge In The Workshop.