Poverty Possesses This Disease; Through Want It

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

The Day Is For Honest Men, The Night For Thieves.

Short Is The Joy That Guilty Pleasure Brings.

The Stillest Tongue Can Be The Truest Friend.

If Some Appalling Disaster Befalls, There's Always A Way For The Rich.