He Who Would Be Singular In His

Riches, Though They May Reward Virtues, Yet They Cannot Cause Them; He Is Much More Noble Who Deserves A Benefit Than He Who Bestows One.

Men Are Like Wine,--not Good Before The Lees Of Clownishness Be Settled.

It Is Rare To See A Rich Man Religious; For Religion Preaches Restraint, And Riches Prompt To Unlicensed Freedom.

Human Life Has Not A Surer Friend, Nor Oftentimes A Greater Enemy, Than Hope. It Is The Miserable Man's God, Which In The Hardest Gripe Of Calamity Never Fails To Yield To Him Beams Of Comfort. It Is The Presumptuous Man's Devil, Which Leads Him A While In A Smooth Way, And Then Suddenly Breaks His Neck.

He Who Would Be Singular In His Apparel Had Need Have Something Superlative To Balance That Affectation.