Ask Me No Questions, And I'll Tell

True Genius Walks Along A Line, And, Perhaps, Our Greatest Pleasure Is In Seeing It So Often Near Falling, Without Being Ever Actually Down.

To Be Poor, And To Seem Poor, Is A Certain Method Never To Rise.

Where Wealth Accumulates, Men Decay.

Laws Grind The Poor, And Rich Men Rule The Law.

The Soul May Be Compared To A Field Of Battle, Where The Armies Are Ready Every Moment To Encounter. Not A Single Vice But Has A More Powerful Opponent, And Not One Virtue But May Be Overborne By A Combination Of Vices.