As Covetousness Is The Root Of All

Today We Love What Tomorrow We Hate, Today We Seek What Tomorrow We Shun, Today We Desire What Tomorrow We Fear, Nay, Even Tremble At The Apprehensions Of.

Actions Receive Their Tincture From The Times, And As They Change Are Virtues Made Or Crimes

For Sudden Joys, Like Griefs, Confound At First.

All The Good Things Of The World Are No Further Good To Us Than As They Are Of Use; And Of All We May Heap Up We Enjoy Only As Much As We Can Use, And No More.

Never, Ladies, Marry A Fool. Any Husband Rather Than A Fool. With Some Other Husband You May Be Unhappy, But With A Fool You Will Be Miserable.