No one is born without vices, and he is the best man who is encumbered with the least.
Sovereign money procures a wife with a large fortune, gets a man credit, creates friends, stands in place of pedigree, and even of beauty.
The accumulation of wealth is followed by an increase of care, and by an appetite for more.
Who’s started has half finished.
There is measure in all things.
Faults are soon copied.
My cares and my inquiries are for decency and truth, and in this I am wholly occupied.
Your property is in danger when your neighbour’s house is on fire.
Work at it night and day.
Wine unlocks the breast.
Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy all-powerful influence?
Wherein is the use of getting rid of one thorn out of many?
When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of gold?
When a man is pleased with the lot of others, he is dissatisfied with his own, as a matter of course.
Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
On day is pressed on by another.
Strength, wanting judgment and policy to rule, overturneth itself.
Do you count your birthdays with gratitude?
Govern your temper, which will rule you unless kept in subjection.
Let us both small and great push forward in this work, in this pursuit, if to our country, if to ourselves we would live dear.