Chance Is A Nickname For Providence.

Too Elevated Qualities Often Unfit A Man For Society. We Do Not Go To Market With Ingots, But With Silver And Small Change.

Where Violence Reigns, Reason Is Weak.

Your Intelligence Often Bears The Same Relation To Your Heart As The Library Of A Chateau Does To Its Owner.

Covetousness Is A Sort Of Mental Gluttony, Not Confined To Money, But Craving Honor, And Feeding On Selfishness.

And So I Leave This World, Where The Heart Must Either Break Or Turn To Lead (suicide Note)