The Souls Of Emperors And Cobblers Are

Tis The Taste Of Effeminacy That Disrelishes Ordinary And Accustomed Things.

Business In A Certain Sort Of Men Is A Mark Of Understanding, And They Are Honored For It. Their Souls Seek Repose In Agitation, As Children Do By Being Rocked In A Cradle. They May Pronounce Themselves As Serviceable To Their Friends As Troublesome To Themselves. No One Distributes His Money To Others, But Every One Therein Distributes His Time And His Life. There Is Nothing Of Which We Are So Prodigal As Of Those Two Things, Of Which To Be Thrifty Would Be Both Commendable And Useful.

Long Life, And Short, Are By Death Made All One; For There Is No Long, Nor Short, To Things That Are No More.

Since We Cannot Match It Let Us Take Our Revenge By Abusing It.

There Is No More Expensive Thing Than A Free Gift.